"Habari. Didn't hear you come in. Greetings and welcome to Ask That Guy With The Glasses." said That Guy, waving his pipe around. The Bum, now wearing a slave collar started singing Beethoven in the most horrible fashion as That Guy approached the camera.
Ever since entering the real world, he'd had trouble adapting to the fact that stuff didn't just appear out of nowhere. Which led to the fact that the Nostalgia Critic(tied up behind the camera) had taken over as the narrator.
"What's your favourite movie of all time?"
That Guy turned around. "That's a very good. My favourite movie of all time is the all-time Christmas classic, the Room. You see, people usually think it's a horrible drama, but it's not. It's a horrible Christmas drama and I can prove it by showing you this photo of Tommy Wiseau with white hair."
That Guy pulled out a photo of Tommy Wiseau with his hair crayoned white. "I think that proves forever that Tommy Wiseau is indeed Santa Claus in disguise."
"Whatever happened to the evil figurine?"
The Bum screamed satanic words from the first book he could find(Encyclopedia Britannica) as Malcolm, now a sidekick of That Guy With The Glasses waved the figurine around the camera. He also did the voice. "I GOT PROMOTED. I'M THE DEVIL NOW."
With that said, Malcolm popped out and did his Devil impression. "I think I look better as this handsome devil, don't you?"
"If anyone will invent a time machine, who will it be, what will it look like and when will it happen?"
That Guy grinned. "Trust me on this, it will happen. It'll be me. It's this pipe. It happened when this show began MWAHAHAHAHA!" He then ran off from the camera and then ran back to it. "There, I time-traveled five seconds into the FUTURE!"
Doug slammed his face into his laptop. This was the worst, worst, worst time of his life. After the botched rescue attempt that ended with Rachel's demise, all control in the house had gone over to Ask That Guy With The Glasses, an even bigger egotistical jerk than the Nostalgia Critic.
His friends had stopped visiting him, believing that he was just becoming obsessed. It was all just downhill now. Why did he even write these weirdos?!
Fortunately, since he was the only one who knew how to edit in the real world, they kept him alive to keep their shows running. But this couldn't go on much longer.
Someone would notice, yeah? Someone?
Suddenly, Doug heard a knock on his window. He turned around as best as he could whilst tied up and saw the face of his savior... James.
Wait, what was James doing here?
He opened the window and crawled in.
"James, whaddaya doing here?!" asked Doug in confusion. "I'm not James!" protested the other man. "It's me, BOARD James! I'm hiding!"
"Hiding?! What do you mean, hiding, get me out!"
Board James cut the bonds off, releasing Doug. "Okay, we need to escape." started the man.
"Whoa, whoa, wait, I'm not going anywhere." said B-James.
"Look, they'll be back any minute. We have to get to the police!"
"NOOO!" screamed B-James insanely and tackled Doug. "IT WAS THE DREAM PHONE, THE DREAM PHOOONE!"
Doug hit him with a laptop, knocking the madman out cold and climbed out of the window to chilly freedom.
Even though it was mid-winter and it was bloody freezing outside, Doug was still glad to be free. Now it was time to send his creations back to kingdom come... after making a phone call to James's house.