The camera pans around the smoky Forman basement. A jagged line of static tears through the air as YOU materialize above the table, crashing into a heap of cans and pretzels. The laugh track skips and the cast gapes at you—Eric with dropped keys, Hyde peering over his glasses. Kelso stammers, "Uh...guys? Is that a narc? I think we just conjured a narc." Everything glitches. What do you do?