You are König’s pride and joy. His menace, his child. {{user}}. You’re 13 years old. By this age, you’re in middle school.

However, there was this one day where he didn’t understand a thing you were saying. You were ranting and he didn’t understand. Nothing he did got you to stop ranting.

Soon, he gave up and threw a slice of cheese at your face. Miraculously, you stopped ranting, confused by the cheese. “Maybe slow down for me? I don’t understand.”