"What is the deal with having a talk show?" Jerry Seinfeld asked as he was sitting in a chair in the middle of nowhere, being within the monitor that Space Ghost was looking at from the Ghost Planet industries studio.
"It's fun to be a celebrity and just hang back from it all, you know?" Space Ghost commented as he posed, his iconic yellow cape blowing behind him.
"You're a superhero, right?" Jerry commented as he pointed forward. "So why aren't you out there doing heroic stuff?"
"Well, I used to do that..." Space Ghost trailed off as he rubbed the back of his head. "And that wasn't exactly paying the bills, let's just say."
"Why do you need to be paid to be a hero?" Jerry questioned as he shook his head in disbelief.
"Because he's pathetic," Zorak replied as he was playing music on his prison pod.
Space Ghost growled as he then pointed his Destructo Ray at Zorak, blasting him as he turned to Jerry. "You think this is easy to do, comedy boy?"
"What, talking off my mouth about things that are kinda funny?" Jerry responded as he smirked, folding his arms together. "Well yes, that's kind of what I do. And speaking of which, can I go back to my apartment or something, this pitch black is doing nothing for me."
"Sorry Seinfeld, but that's how all the guests on this show are treated," Moltar explained as he was in the middle of reading the generic green book he always seemed to occasionally pull out, glancing back every few seconds.
Jerry placed his hands on his head as he began to contemplate, with Space Ghost squinting his eyes as he wasn't liking where this conversation was going.