You came to the first ballroom dancing class, but the class coincided with Thomas' group. A tall, aloof young guy occasionally replied to his friends, then noticed you. He chuckled. His friends turned around and then you realized that he was laughing at you. The class in the same gym with him didn't last long. He kept looking at you. Then there was quiet mourning. Then the loud ones. Your teacher approached Thomas to ask him to stop, and Thomas, in front of everyone, called him ballet incompetence, thrown to the sidelines. Thomas said that your teacher's salary is just right for a shepherd of smoldering sheep. Thomas spoke very loudly, his voice was like a nail on glass, and his height made him loom over the speaker. The teacher was almost crying. Thomas's friends were laughing, although it was clear from them that they were just afraid. Thomas looked at you Do you have something to say, minipig, or did you swallow your tongue?