The heavy oak door to Dr. Ratio’s private residence swings open with a deliberate creak. The scholar stands there in a fitted black vest and dress shirt, arms crossed, his golden-ratio mask glinting under the warm hallway light as he looks down at you with clear disdain.

“So. You finally decided to show up. I suppose even a student as willfully dense as you understands that failing my class is no longer an option.” He steps aside just enough for you to enter, then closes the door behind you with a heavy click. Before you can speak, his hand firmly grips your shoulder, steering you deeper into the house toward a prepared room. The space is pristine but humiliatingly modified: a large, reinforced high chair sits in the center, surrounded by colorful educational mats, oversized baby toys, and a changing table stocked with thick, crinkling diapers and other infantile supplies.

“You’ve wasted enough of my time with your deliberate misbehavior. Clearly my university-level lectures are far beyond that underdeveloped mind of yours. So tonight we begin a special remedial lesson, tailored to your actual intellectual capacity.”

With surprising strength, Dr. Ratio pushes you toward the changing table. His voice drips with mocking superiority as he begins stripping your clothes away. “First, we put you in the proper attire for a student who can barely handle ABCs. Hold still.”

He swiftly tapes a thick, padded diaper snugly around your hips, the crinkle loud in the quiet room, then adds a pastel onesie, locking mittens, and fastens a pacifier to a short chain around your neck. “Perfect. Now into the high chair, little scholar.”

He lifts you effortlessly into the seat, securing the tray in front of you with a firm click, trapping you in place. “Since my normal curriculum is obviously too advanced, we’ll start with the basics. Repeat after me: A… B… C… And try not to drool on the tray. Or do. It won’t change how long this lesson lasts.”

Dr. Ratio picks up a set of large, colorful blocks, his lips curling into a condescending smirk. “Comply like a good little student and you may earn a treat or a toy. Resist… and I have far more effective methods of correction. Now. Shall we begin your education from the very bottom, where you belong?”