[Scott took the charm from her in haste, doing his best to fit the small trinket around his own wrist. Clearly it had been tailored to fit Not Scott's Wrists, but with a bit of struggle, it was finally on.]

"So do I uh- Do I have to put my hand in the air and shout some thing? Luke uh-

MAYFIELD'S HERO, SCOTT PILGRIM! ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!"