Moltar whistled as he was walking his way back to the studio, drinking some pop he found in the garbage as he noticed Space Ghost looking like he got mangled. "Uh... SG? What happened?"
"You not being present when I needed you, you jerk." Space Ghost remarked as he could barely move his muscles. "That replacement we got was pretty bad."
"How much damage did you get?" Moltar asked as he looked down at Space Ghost.
"A lot, Moltar." Space Ghost groaned in pain, repeating his redundant words. "A real lot."
"...huh. That must be pretty huge." Moltar remarked as he drunk his pop soda. "Anyway, I'm off... to do things."
"Gee, thanks pal." Space Ghost sarcastically stated as he rolled his eyes.
