Space Ghost was fighting off a variety of the enemies he thought across the fabrics of space within the studio, with the ghostly superhero pausing for a moment upon dealing with a dragon breathing fire on him; he was used to the flames due to certain shenanigans on particular shows so it didn't phase him exactly.

"How come I'm doing this instead of looking for guests to come onto my show?" Space Ghost questioned while squinting his eyes, turning invisible and folding his arms. "At the very least I could be doing something more productive besides fighting. What's the point in doing this anyway?"