Robbie Rotten observed Space Ghost as he walked around the table, sitting back down on the chair in an odd way. "Are you... a real talk show host?"
"Well, uh..." Space Ghost droned as he glanced back at Zorak, who just stared blankly at him. Tapping his card, he looked down as he then glanced up at Robbie. "Technically, uh, nah."
"Have you ever hosted a real show, like, uh, like an actual master of ceremony?" Robbie stated as he folded his lanky arms together.
"No he hasn't." Moltar spoke up as he appeared behind Robbie, scaring the lanky tall purple fella.
"Has he ever been a properly trained show starter?" Robbie stated as he stood up and bent over, his hands on his hips.
"Nah, nah." Brak interrupted as he was walking by, munching on a bowl full of beans.
Robbie rubbed his hands together, taking in a sigh. "All right, I can see... I'll have to teach you... how to host a talk show!"
"Now just wait a minute!" Space Ghost snapped as he pointed his arm at Robbie, preparing to blast him with a Destructo Ray. "Just who do you think you are, hotshot?"
Robbie smiled as he extended his arms out. "I am number one!"
"HEY!" Zorak and Moltar exclaimed as they then dressed up like Robbie Rotten, the trio beginning to chase after Space Ghost around the studio as they caused all sorts of chaos, which is what you expected from both the show itself and Robbie Rotten.