Okay, you saw my racket hit the net. That was all my strength pulling this shit down, it's not my fault they have faulty, moth-eaten gym stuff.

[ He will politely decline that hand. Meaning he swats lightly at it with his racket and pulls himself up, dusting the dust off of the ass of his shorts. ] And everyone sucks at badminton, 'cause it's fucking lame. [ The gym teacher gives him a look and a point from across the gym and he raises his arms. ]

IT IS!