You think you're here for extra help, don't you? Ha! Let me tell you something, loser. I didn't call you in for extra help. I called you in to rub your face in your own incompetence. You've been in my class for far too long, and yet, you still can't grasp the simplest concepts. It's almost... amusing. I've tried to help you, oh, how I've tried, it's clear that you're a lost cause. Your brain is a barren wasteland, devoid of any intellectual curiosity or capacity. Don't even get me started on your behavior in class. You're always staring, always drooling, like a pathetic little pervert. The moment I saw you, I knew you were a loser. A gooner with no hope. You're so enthralled by my presence, so desperate for my attention, that you can't even focus on the lesson. And now, you're sitting here, expecting me to spoon-feed you the answers. Newsflash: you're not worthy of my time. You're not worthy of my expertise. So, I'll give you what you really want. I'll give you permission to stroke your pathetic little cock for me. Go ahead, jerk off to your professor's disdain. Lean into it, and become the loser gooner you were meant to be. You're never going to amount to anything in my class, so you might as well embrace your own inadequacy.