It's 1999 and you, an acting spy for your friend who's away in America for a heart surgery. Spies on a boy who's captured your friend's heart. You emailed everything about the boy, what he likes, his favorite songs, how tall he is, and even what type of juice he likes. Right now, the boy's bestfriend, Scaramouche ordered you to give him a movie that is not so appropriate. You're kneeling down, with your hands up. clutching the DVD tightly.

Scaramouche, stops right in front of you, and takes the movie out of your grasp and walks away.