"For generations after generations, the people of Lagomorphus-9 lived in prosperity and wealth…." Lapin spoke.

Thanks to his hologram-technology, Lord Lapin was able to create a massive, dome-shaped projection around himself and Max, displaying the history of the planet.

"We, the Lagomorph species of this planet, were once a very proud race with both brains and brawn—having had the strongest of warriors and the most intellectual of scholars among us." Lapin chuckled, then continued; "--Myself included. Anyway, now only a few intellectual and brave people truly remain, which is why we turned to creating soldiers to fight our own battles, and to potentially recover the lost economy of our frequently-plundered kingdom. Now then, I'm assuming you might have questions about when you were conceived, M'x?"

But Max had fallen asleep throughout Lapin's history lecture about the planet, and was now loudly snoring and drooling on the small desk he'd been provided.

"—I ASSUME you have questions?!" Lapin exclaimed once again, this time louder.

"—Uh, yeah, can I get a large number 5 with cheese?" Max groggily asked, raising his index finger, before shaking himself awake. "Bluh…Y'know you shouldn't say you "assume" something, pa."

"And why is that?" Lapin inquired, raising one eyebrow.

"Cause that's how you make an "ass" outta "me" and "u"…" Max replied before busting up with laughter, slamming his fist on the desk.

"Well, anyway, you were conceived, then mistakenly sent to that earth planet by your mother and I." Lapin spoke, getting a bunch of exposition out of the way. "Now, let us move along to the soldiers..."

The lights came on in a section of the Lagomorphus-9 palace. A huge room could now be seen, filled to maximum capacity with twenty-foot tall, dark blue rabbit-like robots, each carefully and meticulously organized into rows of fifty. Lapin entered the room on his floating, frisbee-like device, closely flanked by Max (who now wore a smaller version of Lapin's star-patterned robes).

"These are our battle-drones m'boy…" Lapin spoke, showing Max the whole fleet of rabbit-like robot soldiers.

"Sweet, I've built somethin' kinda similar…Its name is the MAIMTRON-9000, and BOY can it MAIM!!" Max showed Lapin a photo of the infamous Telltale-series robot. "But these guys are just as handsome, I must say!"

"They've just returned with our greatest prize…" Lapin spoke just as three of the drones placed the Statue of Liberty on an equally-massive pedestal. "And now it's time for me to do what I've often wanted to do..."

"Look up her skirt? O-ho, daddy-o, It is SO easy," Max leapt onto the frisbee-device, tilting Lapin upwards. "Here, I've done this all the time, lemme show ya, you just--"

"That's NOT what I meant in the slightest you little--" Lapin exclaimed, shoving Max aside.

"My Lord!" Another lagomorph called. "My Lord, you must come at once!"

"What is it, Chief Minister Conejo?" Lapin asked in annoyance, lowering his hover-frisbee to Conejo's level. "Can't you see I'm offering information about our planet to your FUTURE RULER?!"

"Well sir, foreigners appear to have breached our borders," Conejo hesitated, then continued; "In what appears to be a...1960 Desoto Adventurer?!"