Pain is when I'll have braces in my teeth while EXO will have their comeback showcase at the same time. That, my friends, is the bona fide definition of pain. Just think about all the things I'll be going through next week. I'll spazz violently in front of the laptop and have my teeth clad with molar tubes. The cons of this thing is that I will possibly be entered in a mental ward because bro, it's exo's comeback. Who wouldn't put their child inside a mental institution if their child's hyperventilating, sweating like crazy, and laughing and talking and screaming to the laptop when nobody's even there?