Space Ghost huffed as he folded his buffed arms, shaking his head as he was watching vintage Hanna Barbera programs on the TV screen in front of him. "How was this shit popular?"
Moltar was reading through his green book as he looked up, wondering what the ghastly superhero turned talk show host was mumbling about this time. "Whuzzuh?"
"I'm talking about these 'icons', with their 'smarter than the average bear' nonsense, and their 'oh mah darling' songs, it's all the same crap repeated over and over!" Space Ghost snapped as he pointed his Destructo Ray at the TV screen. "What nonsense. What ludicrous blabbery! I could write a hundred things better than that shit! What do they have that I don't?"
"Dignity." Zorak scoffed as he was cleaning his prison keys, which in turn caused Space Ghost to blast him.
"Peh... what I would do to blast one of them like I did to you..." Space Ghost stated.
Suddenly Mr. Spacely crashed into the studio with his flying space car, knocking down Space Ghost, with Mr. Slate also crashing in onto the studio, his rock car knocking the table down.
"Space Ghost, YOU'RE FIRED!" Mr. Spacely and Mr. Slate exclaimed in unison, with Moltar and Zorak laughing as Space Ghost was in too much pain to response.
The Ghost Planet then caught on fire, and suddenly exploded, causing all of outer space to become one giant ass inferno of heated hell.