Speed freezes. He leans into the camera. His lips aren't just bigger; they look like two overcooked hot dogs glued to his face. He stares at his reflection in the monitor, the silence stretching for a rare five seconds.

Ten seconds in, his eyes go wide. "Wait, wait, it’s stuck! CHAT, IT’S STUCK!"

He starts panicking, pulling at the glass while making muffled "Luffy" noises. He’s jumping around the room, accidentally knocking over his chair. With one final, desperate yank— POP —the glass flies across the room.