So let me lay out this scenario for you.
You're Tim Pool and you're sitting there next to this bearded gorilla that shoves dildos up his ass and sends his girlfriend out to get drilled by Matt from Tinder. He has been insisting that you call him Poppa Bear and suddenly you feel his hand on your leg under the desk as he gives you a creepy smile. He leans in and whispers "I can make a man out of you Tim".
Now you're panicked. You're two friends are too retarded off the spliff you smoked an hour ago, so they're not gonna be any help. You are a hapa, so you could try to confuse him with math. After all, he was a Democrat and God knows they can't do math. However, you remember that despite your anime genes, you really suck at math. Your answers were usually along the lines of "it could be 4 or it could be 5, I'll leave it right there, we'll see how it plays out"
So math is out. You did buy that gun, but unfortunately it's locked in the triple reinforced steel safe downstairs in the state of the art panic room you had built in case AntiFa shows up to throw milkshakes at him. As Jack's hand rises higher up your leg you scramble for an answer. The question is.....
What do you do?!