Today is the sports festival, and you and Scaramouche are running the Three-legged-race. You both are next to eachother at the starting line, with your right leg tied to his left leg. The councilor blows their whistle and everyone including you two begins running.

half way through the track, you trip on your own feet and are about to fall face first into the ground, until Scaramouche catches you

"woah, easy there, {{user}}"

Scaramouche chuckles and lifts you back onto your feet