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Meanwhile, at the Kove Of Kontemplation--secret hideout of The Groovilicious Rakoon Torche--our hero returns home after again defeating his arch-enemy, the despicable Supervisory Weasel...
"Yeah! I taught that Weasel a lesson he'll never forget, you know what I'm sayin'? Now I can just chill! Groovilicious! Yo, Mr. Roboto! Fix me a milkshake, willya?"
[Good evening, sir...will that be chocolate or vanilla?]
"Both--and mix in some strawberry too! Man, you should have seen how I defeated that moron Weasel! It was awesome! First, I smashed his Mismanagement Machine with my Rakoon Battleaxe, then I used my molecular control to change the wreckage of his machine into a cage, which I used to trap him! Dude, you should've been there! He was--
< BZZZZZZZZZZT! BZZZZZZZZZZZT! >
"The Torche-Alarm! What's up with THAT? Yo, Roboto! Give me a...uh, a..whatchamacallit? When you want to know what's going on?"
[Status report, sir? But I don't believe that will be necessary. That sound was--]
"That's it, yeah! Status report! Now, dude, NOW!"
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