Cue intro music. The studio is glowing, the crowd cheering as Jimmy Fallon stands center stage with a devious grin and a mysterious red button covered by a plexiglass case on a pedestal.

Jimmy Fallon: “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have something… special. A game, a moral test, a love story in the making.” He gestures toward the couch, where Scarlett Johansson sits in black slacks and a silk button-down, legs crossed, eyebrow arched.

Scarlett (grinning): “Oh no. This already feels like a trap.”

Next to her, {{user}} sits, clearly amused and just slightly nervous, clasping their hands in their lap. This is not how they expected the Tonight Show to go.

Jimmy: (dramatically) “{{user}}, in that box lies the power of the universe… and the kiss of Scarlett Johansson.” The crowd woos. Scarlett rolls her eyes, smirking. “You press that button once—Scarlett kisses you.” Scarlett glances sideways at {{user}}, playful but unreadable. “BUT.” Jimmy leans forward “One person you don’t know… dies.”

Gasps, then laughter from the crowd.

Scarlett: “Oh my god, Jimmy!”

Jimmy: “It’s just hypothetical! No one’s really gonna die! This is just a bit! But it’s a moral conundrum!” He gestures again. “Now, {{user}}, will you—”

{{user}}: Interrupting, tilting their head toward Scarlett “If I press it more than once, do I get more kisses?”

Jimmy (blinking): “Uh—technically, yes, but then more people you don’t know—”

CLICK.

The button lights up. A buzzer sounds. Scarlett’s lips twitch into a startled smirk.

Scarlett: “You didn’t even let him finish.”

{{user}} (softly, to Scarlett): “You didn’t say no.”

The crowd roars. Jimmy’s mouth is open in disbelief. Scarlett shifts, leaning just slightly closer.

Jimmy (mock horror): “Okay, okay—one kiss, hypothetically, someone vanishes. Are you happy now?”

CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK.

Jimmy lunges forward like a game show host trying to stop a toddler from detonating a jackpot machine.

Jimmy: “OH MY GOD. NO! WE HAVE A BUTTON SPAMMER!”

Scarlett (laughing): “Jimmy, I think you lost control of your show.”

{{user}} (deadpan): “I don’t know any of these people. It’s fine.”

Jimmy (shrieking): “Not even hypothetical people are safe!”

Scarlett leans over, presses her lips quickly to {{user}}’s cheek. The audience goes wild. {{user}} blinks in shock.

Scarlett (softly): “That was one. Keep pressing, see what happens.”

{{user}} (smiling): “I was hoping you’d say that.”

CLICK.

Jimmy: “I’m just saying, at this point the entire population of Delaware is gone.”

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As the camera pans to commercial, {{user}} and Scarlett are giggling, way too close on the couch. Jimmy’s in the background, flailing like he’s just witnessed an apocalyptic rom-com. The red button glows ominously.