Nostalgia Critic - Exorcism of the Commercials

Here is my idea/potential prediction for the upcoming Nostalgia Critic commercial reviews.

[The review opens with cult circle forming in the middle of the Nostalgia Critic's house, all standing around a large star painted onto the living room floor in satanic white paint. Cut to the Critic himself walking in wearing his commercials T-shirt with the donut along with Malcolm in a red flannel shirt and jeans and Tamara in a white tank top and a pair of yoga pants, who happen to stumble into the cult's demonic ritual; confused and furious at the same time, Critic, Malcolm and Tamara walk over to the cult leader, a pale-skinned man wearing a blood red cloak and holding a keepsake of Jesus on the cross to his chest.]

Critic: [yelling to the cult leader] Who and why the fuck are you?!

Tamara: [joining in on calling out the cult] Did you just break in and enter? THAT'S ILLEGAL!!!

Malcolm: [changes the subject] And why is my attire for this video the same as that horror version of Winnie-the-Pooh?

Critic: [to Malcolm] I don't know. I thought it would be a fun take that jab towards that god-awful movie. [turns his attention back to the cult leader] Back to the subject, what on earth are you and your retarded-looking hellspawn doing here at midnight? We're trying to do commercials; get out!!

[The cult leader lifts up his hook and lifts his head up to directly stare in the trio's souls, which causes them to feel uneasy. After a few seconds of staring into their souls, he grabs a demonic version of the bible and opens it up to the first page, preparing to recite a summoning call.]

Cult Leader: [reciting the ritual] Oh, fires of Satan, hear our pleas. Send forth an antichrist of your choice; one of deathly omnipotence that can unleash the evil in all of us. Reign terror and anarchy over the one they call the Nostalgia Critic, and make him suffer through a marathon of cursed...

[Mid-sentence, the cult leader is punched unconscious by a mysterious figure, who is then revealed to be none other than Chadtronic, maestro of reviewing and ranking cursed commercials of any origins. Enraged by their master's demise at Chadtronic's hands, the other cult members charge towards Chadtronic, with one of them picking up the satanic bible for weaponry tendencies, only to be stopped and teleported into the Critic's dumpster by Chadtronic's faithful partner Wraps the Mummy; after singlehandedly taking out the cult, Wraps picks up the satanic bible of which had remained on the floor and gives it to Chadtronic before magically restoring the Critic's living room to how it was before the cult broke in.]

Wraps: [to the Critic, Malcolm and Tamara] You guys okay?

Tamara: [thanks the two] Thanks for saving us back there.

Malcolm: Yeah, I thought we were dead meat before you helped.

Chadtronic: [returning the thanks] No need for the thank you. [to the Critic] Hey, NC? I know plentiful about some cursed commercials. Do you want to collaborate for these batch of commercials.

Critic: [nonchalantly agreeing] Sure. Why not? I mean what the dickshit could happen?