Write a question from the passage such that it identifies a character (a person or a thing) in the passage.

Input: Consider Input: I don't know how this rates as "shocking", I guess it might depend on the culture in which you live, but, it is at the least "repulsive" or disgusting.
There was a huge corporation in which I had a contract with. I was called in, to help them uncover what they considered "a very serious series of incidents". Their own "in house" attempts were fruitless. It turned out, they had an over-sized engineering department, and that it had been announced that this would be scaled back due to completion of contracts. Someone though, within the engineering department, was sabotaging the continued work, slowing the completion. I was to go undercover, posing as a visiting engineer from a distant plant, and find out who the perpetrator/s were, as they wished to file legal action.
So, this is at the corporate headquarters, in the late 1980's. These people were making 6 figure incomes easily. That being said, you kind of expect a bit more of a dignified behavior here than you would with a construction laborer or dishwasher.
I completed my job in four days, giving them the evidence and name of the lone individual respsonsible for the sabotage. What exactly was he doing? He carried rubber gloves in his back pocket, and he would periodically use the restroom, and remove his feces from the toilet and smear it all over the walls, covering as much surface as he could. He would also visit restrooms in different departments and do the same. This would cause the unionized individuals, who only had that restroom to use in their area, to walk off their work stations. Seriously, a butt-hurt guy fearing a layoff, so he decided to smear his shit all over the place before it even happened. He readily confessed when confronted by HR, further destroying his work record/career.

Output: Who completed the job in 4 days?


Input: Consider Input: When we got married we thought it was going to be all bliss and happiness for life. By about week two we both had an awakening.
Something about being exact opposites and together 24/7.
We clashed about something so important I can't even remember what it was. We hadn't really ever had that happen while engaged.
Suddenly we realized that the bliss and excitement was growing into, well, everyday life.
And all that passionate romance that had driven our relationship was growing, well, less passionate.
We both realized our marriage had entered a new phase, one of many, through the years.
And we needed to be much more purposeful about making sure it worked. Purposeful because the blinding emotional love some days seemed to be asleep.
Yet, we both had committed to our marriage. For better or worse. So we decided we had the potential for either. We needed to make it better or it would become worse.
We learned to really talk. Even when it was difficult.
We learned to argue without hurting each other.
We purposefully expressed love even in those times we didn't especially feel it.
We built romance into our relationship even when we didn't feel romantic.
And through the years our relationship has grown. Sometimes through difficult times.
Heck, sometimes through difficult eras.
Yet, we both never gave up the dream of making our marriage great. We never gave up the ideal of living together in love for a lifetime.
And because of that, through all the trials and triumphs. Through all the frustration and bliss. Through all the sameness and romance.
We still everyday enjoy our love and each other. And can't imagine life without the other.
Well actually, there have been probably a couple of those days for my wife. She's just too nice to say it.
A great marriage isn't built because it's perfect. Only because you keep trying to make it perfect.

Output: Who is too nice to say something?


Input: Consider Input: In my early 20s, I was a one-on-one aide for a couple of teenagers with cerebral palsy. With the first one, I was hired by and worked for the family. I picked the teen up from school every day and took care of him until he was in bed for the night. When he passed away, I took a job with the local school district.
My client at the school had spastic quadriplegia. He could talk and was actually very smart, but he had no control over his arms or legs. He couldn't walk. He was never going to walk.
The law requires that special education students be put in the least restrictive classroom environment possible. Since this kid was smart and could communicate well, and wasn't a discipline problem, he had all regular classes. His only accommodation was a one-on-one aide (me), and he was allowed to be late to classes without consequence because we sometimes had to stop in a special room, get him out of his chair, and stretch his legs a little. Basically ten minutes of physical therapy, two or three times per day.
Anyway, since this kid was legally required to take all the classes a normal student his age would take, he had to take Physical Education (gym). And, legally, his aide (me) had to accommodate his participation in every class as much as possible, including gym.
Most gym classes began with the students doing laps around the track, then participating in a team sport. He couldn't do the team sport, but, according to the lawyers involved, he should participate in the "laps around the track" part of gym.
So I had to push this kid in a wheelchair around the track for about 15 minutes each day, until the other kids were all done and off doing the next activity. Then he and I were able to leave gym class and go do some physical therapy in his own little room just for that.
Because, you know… lawyers and rules.


Output: Who rides around in a wheelchair in the story?


