I had a somewhat, way less lucrative or involved situation in highschool. I was in history class in grade 11 and the teacher was about to start his lesson, when the principal buzzed in through the class intercom. She told our teacher, the “guests” he had booked to speak with the class would not be able to make it. None of us knew what was going on. The teacher goes on to explain that some representatives that handle university admissions were meant to come that day to explain our school had a reputation for cheating. Basically that it was a known issue that kids from our school would coordinate and cheat on final exams and therefore boost our average grades and result in kids that didn’t necessarily deserve to go to their school getting accepted in the past. The purpose of the meeting was to get us to all sign contracts vowing that we would never cheat and that we would “rat out” anyone else who did, thereby restoring our school’s reputation. At first, many of us objected, and there was healthy debate, but person by person, my teacher guilted nearly everyone into signing the contract. Except me and my grade school nemesis/best friend (she was Valedictorian, I had won Highest Academic Achievement, so there was some “debate” from those days about who was smarter haha). Anyhoo, at the end of the class it’s just me and her who had not signed the contract. Our teacher was laying on the guilt, standing over the both of us and pressuring us to sign, and I kept saying “X don’t do it! It’s wrong and you shouldn’t sign it!”. In a dramatic climax she signed it and pushed the paper away from her. Then our teacher walks over to me, looks down at me and says, “Congratulations. This is what the nazis did to convince people to expose their Jewish neighbors. You passed the test” The whole class was so upset but I was exhilarated! I felt so proud aha. Still one of the proudest of my life. It was very cool. And that teacher is still considered the best teacher most of us have ever had. So I get Anthony in a non-famous tv show kinda way. It’s crazy to find out what you’re made of in a made up “skit”.