The Eric Andre Show: Lost Episode

How did I get into this?

I stood backstage behind the sliding doors. Having never seen this show before, I didn't know what to expect when they invited me on. Was this a joke? I thought I was being booked on a normal talk show. These people, as far as I can tell, are totally batshit!
"Our next guest is a successful YouTube musician. Please welcome: Frank Javcee everybody!" I could hear Eric Andre, the show's obviously unstable host call out.
It's time for me to stop being so stressed and put on my weird, stonerish persona that I put on for my videos. This interview shouldn't take long.
I opened the sliding doors. Goddamn they were heavy. I managed to mask that struggle as I smiled, walking out onto the set of the show. Eric was sitting at his desk, a small pike of shattered glass in front of it and a burning trash can directly out of shot. His co-host, Hannibal, was standing next to the chair I had to sit in, staring at me with a blank, dead expression as I walked across the stage and shook Eric's hand, smiling as I sat down comfortably in the chair. It smells strongly of pickle juice. Why does it smell like pickle juice?