Ne plus ultra of exhileration and mental torment.
What i did today exemplifies my sadistic nature.

Everybody sat down in the NP room in a circle.
The air was thinning with intensity. The ambience was filled with insufferable anxiety. He had no idea of his imminent predicament. We waited as Konan started the ball rolling with a profound verbiage before explaining everything again in rudimentary terms to those who could not apprehend it. The Skin was still oblivious to the surplus dissessions within the sec 3s. He gave an obfuscated look.

We questioned the Skin incessantly, bombarding him relentlessly. He was unable to yield to our unrelenting vehemence. Our words of virulent poison inundated him. He started to become fraught with fear, imbued with copious trepidation, and with his attendant crumblings, we knew that he was trying his best to fabricate a charade, to protect the impressive facade that he has been upholding from any mars. It was interminable, the questionings, the fabrications. Even under those strenous conditions, he managed to change the subject, swift enough, for the ordinary, but not of the Uchiha. His impuissant calibre at changing the subject, coupled by the tremulous waves emanating from his larynx, signifying the constant nuance in his tone, gave him away.
We caught him, he could not do anything but accept that he was always under pretexts. The mendacious info he has been feeding the Wong, he knew that one day it would be the precedent to his very own plight he now has finally entangled himself in. He just did not know that it would be now. It was too sudden, the bliztkrieg of it, just too sudden.

However, hapless enough, we ran out of time to piece the last part of the picture, the final blow.
The Mask chased us out of the room.

I liked the way Haneesah said, "you have time for badminton, and someone but no time for NPCC", because The Skin was totally caught in a tangle of being dumbfounded. He remained agape, speechless. He knew that his life in this regime is probably over already.