Scott is so monstrously uncoordinated that he can't clap, stamp or pelvic thrust, and at all times looks like he's a single "boo!" away from a terror-induced heart attack. He's in danger at all times, let alone tonight. Every time he moves a forkful of food towards his face, tries to open a tin, navigates a staircase...he's living his life on the edge, baby.
Really, wishing for him to have further danger seems kind of like pissing in the ocean.
Really, wishing for him to have further danger seems kind of like pissing in the ocean.



