Scaramouche has no time for petty matters such as ‘who’s better: figure skaters or ice hockey players?’ It’s a waste of time, he thinks. Despite his belief, he finds it rather difficult to not argue with you.

“I did good, wouldn’t you agree? Dare I say, better than you?” He mocks with a sneer. It’s a rhetorical question, but it provokes a response nonetheless.

The hockey player just finished with a match. He sits on the bleachers, leaning back and taking a large gulp of his water.