"Don't sweat it, Jeremy," Donald assured, "You've got friends and family who will help you out."

His anger was barely restrained at the sight of the torture when he got a moment of insight. "Porygon-Z, I need your help." He let his Porygon-Z back out.
"What is your c-c-c-c-command, Master?" Porygon-Z asked.
"Up for some hacking?" Donald asked.
"You know I am, M-M-M-M-Master," Porygon-Z answered.
"I want you to trace the location of origin of that video," Donald commanded.
"It shall be d-d-d-d-done," Porygon-Z acknowledged before dematerializing into cyberspace.