[hello spaceship! Have this kind with a triangle for a head.]

Hi! Um, I’m still not a hundred percent sure what’s going on here, but that’s ok, it shouldn’t be that hard to figure out. At least this spaceship is pretty cool! Though, if we’re talking purely asthetics, I like Meep’s better. Even if it wasn’t nearly this huge. Still, spaceships in general are pretty cool.

By the way, does anyone know if Ferb is here? He’s my brother. He’s, uh, got green hair and doesn’t really talk much. Or Perry! He’s got green hair too, but he’s a playtpus. So I guess it’s more fur than hair. Thanks!

[Cambot is showing...the ceiling. Yep. It's a nice view of the ceiling.]

You know, I don't even think you're trying anymore. I mean, my Inator is really big this time. It's kind of hard to miss it. You have to be doing this on purpose. Maybe I should make a QuitMissingYourCuesinator and stick it on you somewhere-

[Cambot turns in a hurry to reveal - what else? - Doof with a large object covered with a white sheet behind him. Must be Tuesday.]

There! See, if you'd just do that from the beginning, I wouldn't have to build extra Inators and it works out for everyone.

Now, I know I haven't said anything in a while, and- and there's a reason for that! I'm getting to that. It mostly has to do with really weird dreams, and being a squirrel-raccoon thing that didn't really have opposable thumbs - which actually wasn't part of the dream! Weird, huh? Anyway, it really cut into my inventing time, so I haven't actually managed to make anything recently - and I'm sure some of you like that. [WE'RE NOT BITTER OR ANYTHING, NOPE]

But then all this Western stuff showed up, and while it didn't exactly give me an idea, it did remind me of a certain clause in my L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. contract. [He pulls a piece of paper out of...somewhere...and holds it up.] Page 493, subsection...whatever. [And there the paper goes, tossed over his shoulder.] Anyway, the point is that whenever an evil scientist - that's me - finds himself in a Wild West sort of place - that's here - there's a certain style we have to follow. It's a contractual obligation sort of thing. Now, it's not exactly to scale, since this is kind of an enclosed space and all, but I still expect you to cower in fear, okay? Okay.

Now. BEHOLD, SATELLITE OF LOVE!

[He grabs the edge of the cloth and yanks it off the Inator - for once, Cambot is on task and records the whole thing, though it does have to zoom out to get some of this. The sheet is whisked off to reveal a giant mechanical spider with a seat and control panel where the thorax would be. The spider's only about four feet tall and looks like it would barely be able to fit in the halls - it's as giant as it can be while still fitting in the Satellite. Doof makes a grand, sweeping gesture, obviously proud of his handiwork.]

The Arachninator! See, it's a giant spider, and the idea is that I ride around in it and take over everything! Like this. [He climbs in the seat and starts it up.] BEWARE, SATELLITE OF LOVE, for Heinz Doofenshmirtz is coming to RULE YOU ALL!

[And with that, the giant spider with him perched in the seat skitters out the door and down the hall. Surprising how something that big can move that quickly.]

[[If you don't get the contractual obligation, go google Wild Wild West. Aside from that, there is a giant mechanical spider and evil scientist heading down the halls. Feel free to try to waylay him. Have fun with that.]]