Huyase!!!

A man in a green shirt sits cross-legged on the floor, flanked by two other men, as he repeatedly mutters "I hate it..." while his face contorts into a grimace; the scene cuts between his seated posture and close-ups of his face, which become increasingly intense until his teeth are bared and lightning crackles around his head, accompanied by the subtitle "He hates it!" in a dark, enclosed space.