[The screen flickers on seemingly by itself- but not really because that just isn't possible! Everything in the open berthroom appears to be normal, peaceful, quiet- SUDDENLY, A BLACK AND WHITE MECH BUSTS OUT FROM ONE END OF THE SCREEN, DANCING TO A FUNKY BEAT WHILE LIP-SYNCING TO A SPECIAL SONG.]

WITH THE TASTE OF YO’ LIPS I’M ON A RIDE, YOU’RE TOXIC I’M SLIPPIN’ UNDER-

[He continues to dance, seemingly unaware of the fact that he is being recorded at this moment in time. This horrifically embarrassing moment in time. His ninja master would be face palming so hard right now, you have no idea.]

WITH A TASTE OF A POISON PARADIIIIISE, I’M ADDICTED TO YOU DON’T YOU KNOW THAT YOU’RE TOXIIIIIIIC~

[He swings his hips in an awkward, yet smooth fashion, before turning around and freezing in place. It seems he has spotted the device recording his every movement. At first, he looks flustered- before suddenly grinning and waltzing up to the device.]

Hope ya enjoyed the show! If ya catch my drift…

[And with that said, he promptly turns it off.]