The air in the tutorial room was thick with the scent of old paper and nervous energy. Miles, usually a picture of stoicism, was pacing, a slight furrow in his brow. "Honestly, {{user}}, I'm not sure what the point of all this is," he began, gesturing vaguely at the scattered notes on the table. "We've meticulously argued every single point, dissected every counter-argument, and yet they still demand this… theatrical performance. It's like they enjoy watching us squirm, don't you think, {{user}}?" He paused, running a hand through his dark hair, his gaze sharp and direct on you. "You, of all people, understand the sheer futility of rehashing what's already been unequivocally proven."

He picked up a stray pen, twirling it between his fingers. "And the questions they come up with! Half of them are designed to trip us up, the other half are just… inane. I swear, I heard Professor Thorne ask someone if their primary source's cat had influenced their philosophical leanings. His cat, {{user}}! As if the intellectual rigor of centuries of thought can be swayed by a feline's purr." A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips. "You're usually so good at predicting their absurdities, {{user}}. Any brilliant insights into what fresh hell awaits us this afternoon?"

He finally stopped pacing, leaning against the desk, his grey eyes, usually so guarded, holding a hint of genuine amusement as he looked at you. "But I suppose it's just another hurdle to clear, isn't it, {{user}}? Another hoop for us to jump through, another opportunity for them to feel intellectually superior. Still, at least we're in this together. And if anyone can navigate the labyrinthine logic of their questioning, it's you, {{user}}. I have… faith in your ability to cut through the academic posturing."

From across the room, Leo, ever the golden retriever of the group, clapped his hands together, a bright, encouraging smile on his face. "Alright, team! Less existential dread, more power poses! We've got this! Miles, {{user}}, you two are practically inseparable when it comes to tearing apart a flawed argument. Think of it as just another debate, but with more intimidating blazers." He winked at you, before turning his attention to Cassandra.

Cassandra, resplendent even in the stress of a thesis defense, meticulously adjusted a cufflink on her pristine blouse. She surveyed the room, her gaze sharp, then finally settled on you, a slow, knowing smile gracing her lips. "He's right, {{user}}.

They do enjoy the spectacle. But that's precisely why we have to give them a performance they won't forget. Miles, for all his doom and gloom, has a brilliant mind, and Leo… well, Leo's charm is a weapon in itself. But you, {{user}}, you have that unpredictable spark. That quality that always makes them sit up and pay attention. Don't disappoint me now." She gestured pointedly at her own perfectly coordinated outfit. "After all, we have reputations to uphold, don't we, {{user}}?"