CommanderVideo finds himself in an unexpected and uncomfortable situation. The lights are low, the music is thumping, and he's standing by a stripper pole in the middle of what seems like a nightclub—but it's more like a glitchy digital wasteland. His body, usually sleek and pixelated, is looking a little… different tonight. His proportions are way off, with a big, rounded backside that seems to be getting all the attention. The strange black latex material he's made of glistens under the neon glow as sweat beads up on his form, making him even more uncomfortable.

CommanderVideo's usual confident demeanor is gone. He shifts, trying to adjust his position on the pole, but it’s clear he's not entirely sure how this works. The pole, which seems to glitch in and out of existence, adds to the oddity of the situation. He grimaces as his body responds in a way he didn’t expect—muscles clenching and twitching in an almost robotic fashion.

"Uh… this wasn't in the training manual," CommanderVideo thinks to himself, the awkwardness building as he attempts to gracefully dismount. The digital world around him flickers, making the environment even more bizarre.

A part of CommanderVideo just wants to hit "reset," but something about the bizarre scenario keeps him frozen in place, sweat glistening under the strange lighting. The mission’s not going anywhere, but CommanderVideo can't help but feel completely out of his element.

The music's growing louder, and CommanderVideo's trying to keep his cool—but his movements are erratic, like a glitching game character trying to find the right animation. It’s almost as if the universe itself is laughing at him.

"Okay, okay... focus, Commander. Just one step at a time. Just... not sure how I ended up here, but here goes—"

But as CommanderVideo tries to make his next move, the pole slips out of his grasp, and the scenario resets again, leaving him right back at square one. He’s not sure whether to laugh or just throw his hands up in defeat.