The Livestream started, showing The Nostalgia Critic sitting in his room. He was texting away on his phone, looking especially happy and full of life. After a few more moments, he finally looked over at the camera.

"Hello, I'm the Nostalgia Critic. I remember it, so you don't have to!" He stood up while adjusting his tie. "Now you might be asking. 'Nostalgia Critic, why are you doing a Livestream?' Well, follow me to the bathroom and I will explain everything!"

The Nostalgia Critic walked to his bathroom, with whoever was holding the camera following behind. In the bathroom, an array of men's healthcare products were perfectly lined up around his sink. Each one clearly showed the label, and none of them were recognizable brands.

"So after 3 months of using Grinder, and a date that ended with surprise butt sex in the shower, I finally discovered that it was a gay dating app."

The Nostalgia Critic applied some cologne by a French brand called 'Bite Humide'. A link to buy said cologne popped up on the screen.

"So I decided it was time for a new dating app, and that's how-" The Nostalgia Critic got a good sniff of the cologne, and began gagging. "OH GOD WHY DOES IT SMELL SO- …Wonderful! B-Be sure to *Gags* use the code 'Nostalgia Bite' to get 20% off!"

Some tears began forming in his eyes, but that didn't stop him from grabbing another product. This time, an electric-powered trimmer intended for shaving male genitalia called 'The Ball Whacker'.

The Nostalgia Critic began shaving, while the cameraman panned up so the stream didn't get banned. "Anyway, I decided to try out Tinder! And would you know it, I finally matched with someone who didn't immediately unmatch after I-"

The cheap trimmer that was likely made in China suddenly short-circuited and electrocuted the Critic in the nuts. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The cameraman didn't know what to do and just kept filming like normal as the Critic began knocking all the other products to the ground while flailing around. The bathroom was now a mess, as more and more destruction was caught on the camera. A link to buy the trimmer popped up on the screen.

Two minutes had passed, and the trimmer finally died. The Critic was breathing heavily, and tending to his devastated testicles. He looked to be on the verge of an enraged breakdown but quickly collected himself.

"*Heavy Breathing* Be sure to use *Heavy Breathing* code 'Critic My Balls' to receive a 60% discount…"

After crying a little, The Critic would look around the bathroom for another product to promote. Pretty much all of them had been destroyed or spilled. One thing managed to survive, but the Critic had to clean it off before he could read the label.

"Where was I? Oh right! I finally matched with someone who didn't immediately unmatch after I told them what I do for a living! I have a date with her planned for today, and I thought it would be very profit- wonderful if I let all of you experience it with me!"

The Critic finally got the bottle clean enough to read. "But before we head out, I want to tell you about our other wonderful sponsor, 'Gel De Merde', the best French VapoRub on the market!"

The Critic is about to open up the Rub, but looked at the spilled 'Bite Humide' and destroyed 'Ball Whacker'. He hesitated for a moment, before slowly looking at the cameraman with a smile.

"You know, I shouldn't be hogging all this to myself. I should let my cameraman try one of these out!"

The cameraman started backing away. "No man! I don't get paid enough to mess with that shit!"

The Critic started speed walking towards him while opening the VapoRub. "I'm doing you a favor! This stuff is the best on the market!"

He pulled the top off, revealing that the VapoRub was a gross brown color. The cameraman panicked, even more, attempting to run away. A link to buy the VapoRub popped up on the screen.

The camera was tackled to the ground by the Critic. As the cameraman attempted to fight him off, the Critic pulled at his shirt in an attempt to rip it off.

"SHOW THE AUDIENCE WHY THIS VAPORUB IS THE BEST!" The Critic roared, right in his face/The camera.

The cameraman started swearing up A storm and throwing random punches. The camera was thrown away and landed on the other side of the room. It landed on its side, allowing the two to still be seen.

"GET OFF ME MAN! I FUCKING QUIT!" The Cameraman yelled, before socking the Critic in the face.

The Critic was knocked on his back, dazed and barely conscious. The cameraman ran out of sight, screaming and clearly horrified by the assault on him. Hell, it could be argued he was almost molested too.

The Critic just layed there for a moment, before crawling over to the camera. He attempted to say something but just couldn't do it.

"We'll… We'll be right back… I need a new camera guy…"