There's an IQ test in front of you - another one your brain supplies, and it seems so pointless, so trivial. You sigh and twirl the pencil between your fingers, wishing you knew what this was supposed to tell them that the last one hadn't. Did they think you were cheating? It is beyond you as to how that would even be possible, as wouldn't the ability to cheat the test show the same level of intelligence it took to pass it honestly?
You nibble on the eraser end of your pencil, teeth making indents in the thin sheet of metal. Is it possible to cheat an IQ test? You look for patterns, consider the possibilities...
By the time your time is up, you think you've figured out how to cheat it. It doesn't matter if you failed, because you're sure there will be another.