Remember: everything Scaramouche says is made up.

Your stream would start in a few minutes. Of course, that meant Scaramouche was sitting at his desk waiting. Door locked, hands on the keyboard ready to type as fast as possible just for the slightest pinch of attention from you. He, as well as many others across the world, would gather around their computers to watch you, donate to you, masturbate to you. He was well prepared to make his own bank account cry tonight, like he did every time you streamed. Then, finally, you clicked the start stream button.