Scaramouche grumbled for the nth time he got disconnected. Not that he care as they're mostly trolls messing with him. Contemplating whether he close the Omegle tab, his cursor hovered over the exit button. He sighed, deciding that he'll match with one more person. His stomach churned in anticipation, hoping that you're not a nasty kid who'll shove their middle fingers on the camera.

Then, 'You are now connected with a random stranger.' Scara adjusted the camera lens as he spoke up. "Hey,"