[He brandishes a scroll reading "FUCK YOU I DO WHAT I WANT!!"]

Charlie: What?!

Adam: ♫ Can't wait a whole year. ♫

♫ To slaughter those little c****. ♫

♫ I know it's just been a week. ♫

♫ But we'll be back in six months! ♫

[Despite being a hologram, Adam grabs Charlie and throws her right out of the door. Lute throws her papers after her.]

Charlie: Um, wait, you-you—

[As Charlie tries to get to Adam, the door slowly closes while he continues to do a guitar solo shredding. It fully closes before she can reach him.]

Charlie: [tearing up] Ugh, SHIT!

[Defeated, Charlie slams a fist on the door before the scene cuts to black.]

[Charlie sadly returns to the hotel. Vaggie runs to her and hugs her.]

Vaggie: Charlie! How did it go, did they listen?

Charlie: Oh, they sure did… hear it. But, um-

Vaggie: Oh, come here! We have something exciting to show you.

[Vaggie leads Charlie to the group]

Max Dustruction: It's the least we can do, we made this new one for you, Charlie.

Vaggie: Alastor pulled some strings and it's about to air.

Alastor: I pulled a few limbs too, hahaha!

Charlie: Wait, the commercial? You all made a new one?

Angel Dust: Yeah, one of my better performances if I do say so myself.

Max Dustruction: It's the least we can do. We made this new commercial for you, Charlie.

Charlie: beaming and tearing up That's... that's amazing.