[A rather dashing unicorn is just staring at the camera. Wait, did I say dashing? I meant disgruntled. Very disgruntled.]

I want it officially known that I am not paid enough for this. Also, why am I a unicorn? I am not in any sense of the word a maiden.

I'd ask to speak to the management, but really, I think they're still sore over the puns.

[Harry's hunched against the wall, his face pale, and judging by the red spreading from under the hand holding his shoulder, it seems someone took a shot at him.

Somehow he manages a pained nonchalant grin]

So, folks, we may have a bit of a problem. Seems eviler me got his hands on a gun, and I'm fairly certain he's making a beeline for the life support controls for this tub, to do what me's do best with technology.

[He gets serious]

Break it.

We need to find a way to cut him off.

[Harry does not look like a happy camper as Cambot focuses in on him. Perhaps it has something to do with the bats that are flying above his head in a carefully coordinated formation so as to spell out HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Or perhaps it is the comic book in his hand that is titled: The Wiz Kid in LOVER SPACE, picturing him in absurd tights wrestling a man in a blue mask.

Or just maybe it's the exact same figure facing him opposite in the hallway]

'At last foolish Wiz Kid, we meet for our final battle! This time I will crush you once and for all!'

Look, buddy, first I'm pretty clearly not a kid, and if I was I'm pretty sure I wouldn't pick a name that would give third grad bullies a field day. Secondly, we've never met before, and thirdly, if I got taken out by someone who would have gotten turned away from a comic convention for looking too stupid, I'm pretty sure my real enemies would find a way to kill me again just out of sheer wounded pride. So thanks, but no thanks.

[ The camera turns on to a loud Boom and a cloud of smoke exploding out into a corridor on the Satellite.

Coughing, Harry quickly makes his way through it, waving his hand in front of him and covering his mouth. Once he's suitably clear, he looks around, and spots Cambot with a exasperated expression.]

Okay folks, we may have a slight situation developing up here. So, apparently some wise guy decided to mess around with the food processor at some point, because I'm pretty sure giant venomous roosters are not the usual lunch special!

[Of course, there's the question about what Harry was doing on this level in the first place, which he'd be more than happy to enlighten you all on, if not for the rather ominous shadows now emerging from the smoke like a pack of some long dead predators.

Long dead predators that happened to be just under three feet tall. Which is still technically giant for a rooster. Also, there's the long vampire-esque fangs emerging from their beaks and dripping with venom. Now, sure the fact that other than the fangs and their height these roosters look indistinguishable from other poultry may make said incisors seem more absurd than intimidating, but that is because unlike poor Harry you have a screen between you and them.]

Clever girl. [Backing slowly away, his voice rising] Um, so yeah, I...may need some help. Given that somebody decided to take away my ability to Kentucky Fry these guys with a thought. And my gun. Not that I want to be a whiner or anything, I'm just saying I could really use a weapon right now!

[Cambot focuses in on one rather tall man in a long black trench coat, who would likely seem very intimidating if he weren't currently trying to back as far away from the camera as possible]

-Look, all I'm saying is that getting close to me is a really bad idea. Sudden abductions have a way of making me nervous, and when I get nervous stuff like you experiences a radically shortened life expectancy. I'm trying out this new thing where I don't just jump to sudden conclusions and blow everything up first and ask questions later, but you're not making it easy here.

I just need enough time to figure out how to reverse whatever spell this is-

[Sharp eyes suddenly focus on a spot somewhere above the camera lens]

Hell's bells, are you recording?