After A half hour, the Livestream came back on. Nostalgia Critic was seen attempting to clean his outfit off with a rag, clearly frustrated. He looked at the camera, with an obviously fake smile.

"Hello, I'm the Nostalgia Critic. I remember it, so you don't have to!" He threw the rag off to the side. "Well, we got off to a bit of A rocky start, and lost all of our sponsors in the process… BUUUUT that won't stop me from having a profi- successful date!"

The Nostalgia Critic was about to step out of his room, before suddenly remembering something. "Wait! Where are my manors? Say hello to our new cameraman!"

The cameraman waved his hand in front of the camera. Unfortunately, he had dark skin, so the stream chat started spamming the N-word. Soon, the stream was once again banned.

*Another 30 Minutes Later*

The stream came back on, with the Critic standing inside by his front door. He had his arms crossed, and looked quite mad.

"I am VERY disappointed in all of you! None of you ever donate to the stream, but you all have time to spam that word!?" The Critic calmed himself. "No matter, I'm sure the donations will start pouring in once I meet with this girl."

The Critic opened his door, stepping outside. He turned to say something to the camera, but the cameraman pointed at something behind him. Turning around, the Critic let out a frustrated-

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

The Nostalgia Critics nice looking sports car was on cinderblocks, completely stripped of parts. The tires were missing, the doors were gone, the interior seats had been taken, and even the engine was stolen.

The Critic turned back to the camera. "WHO COULD HAVE DONE THIS?! AND WHY?!"

The loud honking of a horn could be heard from the front of the driveway. The Critic and cameraman looked over and saw the Angry Video Game Nerd driving a truck. The Critics stolen car parts were on the back of the truck.

"Hey Critic, remember when you said Rolling Rock tasted like piss?" The Nerd began. "WELL, I HOPE YOUR BACKUP GIG IS TO BE IN THE BLUE MAN GROUP! BECAUSE YOUR BALLS ARE ABOUT TO BE BLUER THAN BLUEBERRIES GROWN IN THE FINEST BULL SHIT!"

The Nerd sped away, running over the Critics mailbox and herby. The cameraman could be heard trying to contain his laughter, while the Critic just stared blankly in the direction the Nerd drove away. After letting out a sigh of defeat, the Critic pulled his phone out and dialed a number.

"Hello, grandma?" The Critic began. "Yeah, uhh, is there a chance I can borrow the old truck? My car is… Not working."

*ANOTHER 30 Minutes Later*

The Critic and cameraman were driving in an old rusty beat-up-looking tan 1997 truck. The Critic had stayed completely silent for A good 10 minutes while driving, until finally looking over to the camera with a fake smile… Taking his eyes off the road.

"Well, that was an unexpected setback, but we are still on track for a great date!"

Some vibrating could be heard as the Critic had veered off the road a little. He quickly corrected his course, before looking back at the camera.

"My date is located in a Beach Town called… Wait no, I'm not giving that information away publicly! Especially on a live stream!"

Unfortunately for the Critic, the two drove by a sign that said "Welcome to East Haven", which the camera had perfectly shown. Even more unfortunate for the Critic, the traffic was completely backed up, as visitors and party goers filled the streets… Not that the Critic noticed right away, as he was still driving full speed.

"Now when we first meet her, I'm going to-"

The cameraman panicked and began screaming while shaking the Critic with one hand. "STOP THE TRUCK! WE'RE GONNA DIE!"

The Critic looked forward and let out a high-pitched scream, before slamming on the breaks. The Truck stopped only an inch from the back of the car in front of it. The Critic and cameraman were breathing heavily, with the Critic slowly looking back at the camera.

"Well, I almost just killed us." The Critic sniffed the air for a moment. "AAAAAAANNNDDD I appear to have shit my pants… Lovely."

The cameraman gagged for a moment, before vomiting all over the Critic. A moment of awkward silence went by before the Critic started laughing to himself.

"You know what? I was planning on getting some new clothes anyway, so there's no reason to be mad at all! Nope, not at FUCKING all!"

Two drunk guys on a scooter drove by the truck, throwing their partially drank shakes at the truck's driver side window. The Critic just stared at the new mess for a moment, before screaming and yelling obscenities. The cameraman continued to record, figuring it would make for some great rage content.