Style: realistic with cinematic lighting. A male teacher in his mid-40s with thinning hair, wire-rimmed glasses, and a slightly wrinkled beige dress shirt with a loose burgundy tie stands at the front of a high school classroom beside a whiteboard. On the whiteboard behind him, hastily scrawled in blue dry-erase marker, is a crudely drawn flowchart reading "Effed Around → Found Out" with an arrow pointing to a stick figure frowning behind a desk. The teacher holds a red dry-erase marker like a pointer, tapping it against his open palm as he addresses the class with a deadpan expression, speaking in a dry, matter-of-fact tone with exaggerated professorial cadence: 'So class, today's lesson in corporate hubris. The CEO of Anthropic thought — and I quote — he could play games with the United States government.' He pauses, pushes his glasses up his nose, and turns briefly to the whiteboard, circling the stick figure with the red marker, the squeaky friction of marker on board cutting through the room. He turns back, raising one eyebrow with a tight sarcastic smirk, continuing in a slower, deliberately patronizing voice: 'Spoiler alert — the government brought the big ban hammer, and now our friend is about to get fired.' He drops the marker onto the metal tray of the whiteboard with a small metallic clatter and dusts off his hands in an exaggerated washing-my-hands-of-this gesture. A few muffled student laughs and one audible snicker ripple through the classroom. Fluorescent overhead lights cast a flat, slightly unflattering glow across the room, rows of wooden desks with scattered notebooks and water bottles visible in the foreground slightly out of focus. The teacher crosses his arms, tilts his head, and delivers a final line in a flat, unbothered monotone: 'And that, kids, is why you don't poke the bear.' A single student in the back lets out a loud, honking laugh that echoes briefly off the cinderblock walls.