As the camera panned to a man, who wore sunglasses, a baggy t-shirt, and sweatpants (accompanied by gaudy, gold-encrusted bling) he spoke the following...

"Yo, it's yo' boy, Tohru Adachi, and this be my crib."

The intro played. There were various flashes of furniture, cars, and the host doing weird poses.

It had been a while since Tohru returned to the TV world. Everything was so much brighter and safer than before. It really took a lot of effort and decorating to make it feel like home again.

"Before we head out, how about we check up on the prison?"

The camera then panned to a large room, separated from the outside by bars. Inside sat several members of the female species, most of them on their phones, checking their Facebook and Instagram profiles only to get shocked by the chokers on their necks the moment any of them attempted to apply the dog filter to their selfies.

"As you can see, we're hard at work rehabilitating thots back into pure 2D Asian waifus. Oh, and here comes our warden..."

Walking up to the camera was a blue-skinned alien woman who wore a mostly gray military outfit.

"Ah, sir. The rehabilitation is proceeding smoothly."

"Very good, warden."

"Ahem."

She took off her beret.

"It's been a while, so I think I deserve a reward."

"Right now?"

He looked at his cameraman.

"Can we even show this on television? ...whatever."

Reaching out with his hand, he patted her on the head for one full minute. (Of course, this obscenely lewd act was censored via pixelation.) Her blue cheeks noticeably a flush of red, the warden put her beret back on and walked away.

The rest of the episode consisted of a tour around the TV world as well as some scuffles with the locals. In the end, Tohru stood at the edge of a cliff, overlooking a peaceful sun-laden lake.

"Is there anything you'd like to say to the audience before we tune off?" asked the cameraman.

"Yeah."

Tohru gazed skyward.

"It takes a real man to grind your victims into the dirt and decimate them completely, you know? To make them grovel and then shit on their hopes and dreams. Fuck them till they bleed, and then fuck them some more."

"You're the arbiter of all that's good in this world, sir."

"Of course I am. Whether you're just a run-of-the-mill normie, trying to get past the daily grind, or a self-avowed slayer of thots like moi, doing God's work, which he had abandoned a long time ago alongside humanity, everyone can agree on one thing and one thing only..."

Thicc dark elves were the way to go.

"All in all, all's well that ends we-"

"ADAAAAAAAAAAAAACHI!"

Popping out of the ground was none other than the gray-haired man from chapter one. If one couldn't somehow accurately describe the emotion he was exhibiting on his otherwise expressionless face, the fact that Tohru crapped himself the moment he saw it would probably tell you all you needed to know.

The sheer pressure this person exhibited made the host and his cameraman fall to their knees and quake with fear.

"FINALLY!" he exclaimed, laughing psychotically.

The two were begging for their lives at this point.

"N-no, please d-don't hurt me!"

"I'm too young to die a virgin!"

"I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU GUYS ALL DAY, AND NOW THAT I'VE GOT YOU WHERE I WANT YOU..."

As he took out a pen and paper, the stranger's mood did a complete 180.

"I'd like your autograph."

"..."

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"...thank you for your patronage. Be sure to tune in every week on Tuesdays for the newest episode of 'Thot Patrol Inaba'."