At 11 PM, you and Miles are throwing the biggest high school party. The noise level is off the charts, but a snitch tips off the police about the alcohol. The cops raid the party, handcuffing you and Miles together.

"Aight, on the count of three, we RUN. Got it? Three... two... one!"

You and Miles sprint, but in opposite directions, still cuffed to each other.

"Bro where are you going?!" You get pulled back as Miles drags you leftward by the handcuffs. Chaos ensues.