whats the name of this wird commercial?

Ok i belive it was adultswim cus of the trippy things they put, its an animated commercial with a creepy girl talking in the background, about some substance that will make everything taste good? That will dominant the world...something like that...you can people going crazy some eating there guns with the pink fluid som3 ate a dog alive at the end was two men fighting for the jar.
I only saw this once, not too long ago infact

Teamwork is an essential key for a successful completion of the game, so they have to split the construction of it into little pieces such as scenarios, skills, rewards and difficulty.

I am just wondering if you can convert the previous fragment into a subordinating conduction like this one.

Because teamwork is an essential key for a successful completion of the game, they have to split the construction of it into little pieces such as scenarios, skills, rewards and difficulty.

This is an idea I could only write as the first lines of your sonnet and only suggestions.

When summer ends and fall again begins
The warmth's replaced by chilly winds and loss
Of life that's slipping into death and grins
In Halloween costumes and Christmas gloss

I like it. Your opening phrases are very visual and creative, but then you lapse into using trite clichés: Screams pierce the night,
lights flash like ecstasy.
Hands grip

And the closing words- freedom/forgotton, don't seem to make any sense or relate to the previous images.

I would like as full of analysis as you feel comfortable giving. Constructive criticism is welcome and I hope you enjoy reading this.

Haunted
By Bridgit O'Connell
Don't tell me about the paranormal,
Such things you know nothing about,
What could you know of being haunted?
Spectral and Cold she is at my door,
Blackness and Warmth, Liquid and Smoke,
She invades the most closeted parts.
Pink lips, Jagged teeth, her smile mocks,
Fingers pick and take Flesh like clay.
I watch Hypnotized; my breath is labored.
I watch as Fire consumes,
Wood crumbling like Defeat,
Doors slam; Eyes close; Words fail.
What could you know of being haunted?
Screams pierce the night,
And lights flash like Ecstasy.
Hands grip at anything in reach,
Freedom forgotten.

My guess is a physcical connection was made; thus an emotional one
as well. Something that poems are made of. Plus, it must have been
one of us studly guys in poetry.