Space Ghost was playing a free copy of the newest Smash Bros game, and ultimately it was not doing him favors as he kept losing every match despite using all of the characters.
"This sucks." Space Ghost sighed as he wasn't having fun. "What kind of moron would waste money on this?"
Zorak and Moltar were too busy laughing at his misery to offer any commentary, with Space Ghost taking action and blasting the game into oblivion as he then focused his fire on his two slaves, sighing as he placed his right hand on his face as he wondered on what to do for the rest of the night.
Space Ghost decides to try smashing out. It ultimately doesn't work.
"Did you try actually putting effort into training?" Dry Bowser questioned as he was there to clean up the studio.
"Well, uh... that's the thing." Space Ghost chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his black masked head. "I haven't done anything involving that stuff in... oh I don't know how long."
Dry Bowser squinted his eyes as he placed both of his bony hands on the handle of the mop, with the skeletal reptile giving the ghostly talk show superhero a nod of disapproval. "So you're telling me that you don't have it in you to do actual fighting?"
"...Yeah. You pretty much got me there," Space Ghost responded after having to think about it for several seconds.
