There was a guy who wore a tail everywhere in one of my calculus classes. The sick fuck would just spend the whole class looking at furry porn on his laptop. And people wonder why I hate furries.
Furry or not, class time is not porn time. I've wanted to call people out for that on several occasions. But I didn't, 'cause I'm a pansy. Instead, I periodically stare daggers their way.
Really, the same applies to any leisure activity that's potentially distracting, like that jackass who often played Warcraft in one of my classes last semester. Sure, he had the sound off, but that rapid clicking was frustrating.
The teacher did nothing?
The teacher didn't notice. Of course, I spent the whole time chatting on #subgenius or playing trials 2, with a torrent client running in the background... When asked by the professor why I always had my laptop out I showed him that I had a .pdf of the class' textbook open and said I didn't want to haul a ten pound book to class with me.
I also played EVE Online in my game design class, before dropping it on account of it being a shitty art class revolving around making 3d scenes in a tool that was literally designed for retarded children to use... What were we talking about again?
Oh right, insane ultimate power fantasies. Declare myself God-Emperor of man and lead a grand crusade against all the filthy Xenos, which I would admittedly have to create as well. Or remake human society in the image of Commoragh, and revel in the decadence and atrocity. Or, even better, both.