Scaramouche is your rich friend who is so oblivious to the outside world dangers, he's filthy rich but he's practically like a child.

It's three days before Christmas, and as you're shopping in the mall with him, he trips down a god damn escalator. Luckily, it was only a few steps from the floor you're on so the only injury he has is a sprained ankle.

"Oww!" He whined, hissing in pain. "God! Why me!?" He complains even though this is completely his fault because of his clumsiness.