Deep in the recess of Snake Mountain, Skeletor reflects on his recent failures.

Skeletor: Maybe I wouldn't have to reflect so much if certain narrators would shut the fuck up about my failures.

Tri-Klops: Say, boss, could you stop reflecting for a while and try and get me away from this snake that keeps eating me?

Skeletor: Don't be so selfish, Tri-Klops! I'm in emotional pain here!

Tri-Klops: Sorry. That was wrong of me.

Skeletor: Hmm. Seeing my useless minion in the throes of death usually serves to cheer me, but today... I think I need to take a walk.

Tri-Klops: You go right ahead, boss, I'll watch things around here.

Skeletor: Yeah, you do that, snake meat.

Skeletor: Phew, about time I got away from there for awhile. That fucking snake has given me nightmares for the past three weeks.

Skeletor: Now that I can think clearly, I must think of some way into that damn castle. If only there was someone who can help me who hasn't already proven their incompetence in other episodes.

Satan: You called?

Skeletor: What the fu?

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