About fucking time. I'm finally rid of Sloshie and can run this show how I damn well please. All my chumming around with those crickets has definitely paid off. For a union they really were lacking leadership and a clear objective. Glad I could steer them in a productive direction: puppet disposal.

And now, Jamboree... how to bring the whoop-ass to the masses? First things first: this place is seriously lacking in stripes and stars. I'm gonna fix that pronto. Let there be no mistake that the place where this robot's heart would be belongs to none other than the good ol' U-S-of-goddamn-A. Also, a show ain't a show without some explosions or guns. I'm fixing that, too. All pussies best stay the hell out of my way from here on out.

I'm gonna think about what the focus of my next episode is gonna be. I'll keep you retards posted.