"Great. Another day of torment."
"Get up."
"I can't, man."
"Get up."
"What don't you understand about 'I can't'? I don't feel like getting up. There's no point in even living anymore. Why do we exist? Why do I loathe myself? I'm useless, that's why."
"Get up. We're going to be late again. Do you want the teacher to be angry at us?"
"No. I guess you're right."
"Obviously."
