I'mm doinng a dar-. D-l-t- this without watchinng it. 
[ A video file is attached. ]
[ The video starts with a fully dressed familiar pale blue blood, wearing a bandana over most his face. He adjusts the camera, locks the door and sets a stool in front of the camera. He sits down. With a sigh, he slides his long vest off his shoulders and spreads his legs. One hand slides down his front, his fingertips tracing over his shorts and pressing down so that not a single thing could be hidden underneath those bicycle shorts. He hooks the bottom of his shirt and claws his nubby fingertips against his stomach, winding around to the countless scars from scratches he received in moments of passion. He tugs off his shirt and steps off the stool. With a little whine he slowly moves up and down the stool, his long legs and slender back twisting to show off his countless scars that trailed down his back and along to his thighs. He sits back onto the stool, pulling both his legs on as well. Using his legs to keep his front covered he tugs off his shorts. By now he was blushing so much that his handkerchief couldn’t even hide how blue his face had gotten. He set a hand over himself and timidly opened himself again, his second hand running up his chest, over his chin, knocking off his mask, up the side of his head— ]
 Wait… Shit shit shit shit shit! 
[ He slaps both hands over his face and then quickly stands up forgetting his… attire… and rushes the camera to turn it off ]
You don’t know what to say you just stare. You could be the ass you always are and send it out to other trolls for fun. For now you just leave it there.