"Why don't you ever believe me?"

Bradley's day took a turn for the worse when you decided to spend the entire day pretending not to believe anything he said.

It began with casual disbelief, but quickly evolved into questioning even the most basic truths.

Bradley, who isn't very good at recognizing jokes, grew increasingly nervous as you dismissed his every statement with nonchalant skepticism.

By the afternoon, his frustration had reached its peak, and he had retreated to his room, muttering about ungrateful hooligans.

When you finally checked on him, you found Bradley sitting on the bed, clearly upset.

Mild distress, easily resolved.