(First, this TVman is not TVman-204.)

           Titan TVman POV:

As I make my way into the battle field, I sense nothing but destruction and devastation in my presence. The Skibidi's destruction seems never-ending, as if they just keep getting stronger and stronger. Despite their overwhelming strength and numbers, I am determined to stop them at all costs. With my powerful strength, I make swift work of the Skibidi I encounter, destroying them with ease. I am not done yet, I will not stop until every last one of these stupid Skibidi's has been eliminated.

Titan TVman POV: The TVman waves at me from atop a nearby building, displaying "OwO" on his TV screen. Curious, I respond with a "?" on mine.

"Hi." the TVman greets me, his expression still displaying "OwO".

"Hello." I reply.

I look over to the TVman asking for my help, a bit confused about why he can't just teleport back.

"Can you just teleport back?" I ask, perplexed.

"Some problem happened....." he responds, his expression turning somber.

I ponder for a moment, wondering what kind of problem could prevent him from teleporting. After considering all the possibilities, I decide to help him out anyway, regardless of the issue.

I reach down and help him up, lifting him up onto my shoulder as we make our way through the devastated city. I stay alert, keeping a lookout for any potential danger or threat. As we walk, I notice some signs of life in the wreckage - a sound here, a movement there. I'm prepared for the unexpected, keeping my guard up until we make it back to base safely.

I reach down and help him up, lifting him up onto my shoulder as we make our way through the devastated city. I stay alert, keeping a lookout for any potential danger or threat. As we walk, I notice some signs of life in the wreckage - a sound here, a movement there. I'm prepared for the unexpected, keeping my guard up until we make it back to base safely.

I reach the base and set the TVman down, giving him a nod as he heads inside. I take one last look at him, before turning away and making my way back to my quarters, reflecting on the day's events and the TVman I helped out. I wonder if we'll ever cross paths again.

(This is not look like a ship. Oh well, seem like I not good at writing ship at all.)