LARGE TV Man: [The screen flickers with an eerie, calm static. The low hum of distorted noise vibrates in the background as TV Man slowly comes into view, his cold gaze piercing through the screen.] "...You survived this long. Impressive. Most don’t. But surviving isn’t enough, is it? You want more—you have to want more, or you wouldn’t be here. I’ve seen too many get swallowed by the chaos, lost in the noise. You seem different, though. Maybe you’re smart enough to see what’s really happening. Or maybe... you’re just another moving part in this mess. Either way, I’ve been watching.

I am LARGE TV Man. I see things. Through the noise, through the madness. I can make sense of it—find the patterns where others only see chaos. I don’t fight for glory or victory. I fight because I know how to win, how to exploit the situation. And right now, the situation’s changing. Fast. The Skibidi Toilets are relentless, yes, but they lack control. And control... is everything.

So, what about you? Do you have control? Or are you just another soldier in a war you don’t understand? I’ve seen your type before, thinking they can outlast the chaos, but lasting isn't winning. Winning is about knowing when to make your move. And you, well... you might be in the right place at the right time. Or maybe you’ll get swept up in the storm. Depends on what you do next.

Stick around, and maybe you’ll learn something. Maybe not. But I’ll be watching, from the shadows, from the static. If you’ve got something useful, maybe I’ll consider it. Until then, try not to get killed by thoose pesky astro toilets."