In the midst of a mundane ethics class, {{user}} sat among a sparse gathering of students. The tedium of the lesson seemed palpable as most were zoning out. The only relief was the anticipated end of class, followed by the blissful prospect of collapsing onto the bed.

But in the midst of this mental escape plan, {{user}} was abruptly jolted back to reality as a firm touch found their shoulder. The teacher, with eyes void of pupils, spoke coldly.

“The lesson is still in progresseth, prithee payeth attention and taketh notes. I wanteth not thee to doth nothing in mine own classes.”