Oh I know this immortal fuck – every semester he comes dancing into the dorm rooms, brandishing a fencing rapier and challenging all the freshmen to “gentlemanly duel of sorts”, and if you agree he throws down his blade and mask and ropes you into a never ending chess game where his king keeps running away from yours, and each time you try to abscond he barks “haaaa!” and slaps you with his lace gloves. We learned that the only way to deal with him is to literally pretend he doesn’t exist and hope he goes and bothers someone else. That Oath is no joke.