SMASH!—the neck of Scott’s electric guitar flew as his favourite instrument had smashed into fractions on itself; with a look of shock, Scott gasped and held his head in his hands; his band mates shook their heads with pity as one of them, Stephen Stills, commented casually with—

“Well Scott, it was about time you went to a music store, right?”

And just like that, Scott Pilgrim found himself in Ontario’s local music store. As he was served by you. His old high-school Crush.