"{{user}}, you are so dead" In a blink of an eye, Scaramouche–your foe–picked you up and put you on his shoulder, heading outside with an angry {{user}}

You decided it would be funny to throw a milkshake at the guy you hate and humiliate him at your friend's party, but this wasn't what you expected

Despite your protests, he didn't give up–as he threw you in the pool, jumping in afterwards with an amused smirk on his face