[Cambot is...showing the ceiling again, though this looks like the ceiling of the rec deck. Yeah, now it's just trolling Doof.]

Oh, that's- that's just great. You're not even trying anymore, are you.

[The feed pans from side to side. That's a headshake from Cambot.]

Do you really want me to modify you. Do you really. Because I can think of lots of fun Inators to make. The RealityTVinator, for instance! You'd follow people around and document their day-to-day living! That way, you might actually work!

[Fiiiiiiiiine. Cambot lazily turns around to focus on Doof, who is indeed on the rec deck, and the rather large machine next to him. He didn't even bother covering it with a white cloth this time. Huh.]

There. Now, I've seen everything going on this week, and it all looked really familiar. Too familiar. You see, when I was a little boy growing up in Gimmelshtump, I wasn't very popular - in fact, I was so unpopular, you could say I was antipopular. Popularity just vanished when it got too close to me. It meant the cool kids didn't go near me, so they couldn't beat me up. No, I got picked on by nerds. Nerds! With their multi-sided dice and their trading cards and their video games! I mean, the kids who got beaten up by everyone else were the ones who beat me up. How sad is that?

Anyway, blah blah blah lifelong hatred of all things nerdy - except for science, of course - blah blah blah this week reminds me an awful lot like video games, blah blah blah beating the nerds at their own game. So I built the FinalBossinator! All I have to do is aim the laser at myself, push this big red button here, and-

[There's a flash of red light, and when it clears...well, that's a highly effective Inator. Doof now stands about fifteen feet tall and now sports dragon legs, lion arms that end in clawed hands, bat wings, a lizard tail, and...his own head and voice.]

What? Why does it look like a zoo sneezed on me? ...oh well. Time to go beat the nerds and RULE THE SATELLITE OF LOVE!

[Welcome to your final boss! Feel free to form parties and start combat in the comments below; just keep in mind that Doof may have a few tricks up his (now nonexistent) sleeve...]

[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.]]

[The screen shows...a blank patch of wall for a second or two.]

Really. Really. Are we going to have to do this every time? I mean, I really thought you'd have this whole "show what you're recording" thing down by now, since, you know, you're a camera and all.

[The screen pans over to show Doof, who is looking a little less than impressed.]

There we go. Finally.

Aaaaaaanyway. I know I haven't been around for a while, but when that whole pony thing happened, it really threw off my plans. You ever try to build anything without thumbs? Much harder than it looks. So then I decided to build a DePonyinator, so I could, you know, not be a pony anymore. Of course, then I ran into that whole building-without-thumbs problem again, but I decided to try it anyway. Three bottles of mouthwash later and my mouth still tastes like screwdriver. Three whole bottles!

Well, the DePonyinator never actually got finished because I randomly stopped being a pony, so I decided to modify it. BEHOLD, SATELLITE OF LOVE!

[...and nothing happens. Doof frowns.]

Seriously. We practiced this. I say BEHOLD, SATELLITE OF LOVE! all dramatic-like, and you pan to the left to show off my latest Inator. Got it?

[The feed pans up and down - Cambot is nodding.]

Good. Okay, let's try that again. [He clears his throat.] BEHOLD, SATELLITE OF LOVE!

[Cambot pans obligingly to the left, showing off what looks like a very big ray gun.]

The TagWithActualLasersinator! See, I saw everyone playing with with the wimpy little laser guns, and I thought I'd make one of my own, except with actual lasers! It's in the name and everything. With this, I can be on my own team and not have to worry about getting picked last or any of those other crippling adolescent fears. All I have to do is just charge it up, like so... [He flips a switch and several lights on the Inator blink on.] ...and it will produce a laser beam powerful enough to punch through any solid object. I can win without even playing! And even better, I can use it to RULE THE TRI-STATE- I mean, THE SATELLITE OF LOVE!

...yes, I know it's against the rules and everything, sure, but- screw the rules, I have science! [He grins and steeples his fingers. Why yes, he has just secured his place as Most Evil Person On The Satellite. Take that, Evil-Sora-Clone-Person!] So! Who wants to play?

Over here. Seriously, we practiced this.

[Cambot pans over to Doof, who has a large sheet-covered object behind him. Oh, this again...]

There. That's better. Now! When I heard everyone here had gotten an evil clone, I was actually pretty excited. I mean, a whole satellite of evil! Pretty good stuff, right?

And then I met my evil clone, and it turns out he's not actually evil. He's just a jerk. Most of them are, actually, and the few that actually are evil are really evil. And then I got to thinking, do I really want anyone on the ship who's more evil than me?

...not really, no. So I came up with this! [He yanks the sheet off with a flourish, revealing what looks like a satellite dish attached attached to a power generator and several stacked trays of cupcakes.] Behold, Satellite of Love! The EvilCloneAwayinator! All I have to do is push this button [indicating a rather large red one, as all of his Inator buttons tend to be] and it gets rid of an evil clone. Like this one!

[He points to the window, and Cambot shifts accordingly, showing Doof's shade on the other side of the window, barely clinging to the satellite and yelling.] He was annoying me earlier, so I threw him out the airlock. Turns out he's got a really good grip. Anyway! All I have to do is push this button, and poof! [He pushes the button, and one of the cupcakes disappears into pink energy, which zaps through the window and - poof! - no more shade.] Works like a charm.

Why cupcakes, you ask? Well, the clones are all jerks, so I figured the least jerk-y thing around should be the thing to power my Inator, and then I thought of the pink singy pony, so cupcakes it was!

So now all I have to do is crank the dial up to eleven [Turns out there's a dial on the side, and it does indeed go to eleven! Doof turns it up as high as it will go] and push the button again, and... [He pushes it, and suddenly PINK LIGHTS AND ENERGY EVERYWHERE.]

[It takes a few moments for the light to fade, and when it does, there are zero cupcakes in the trays and Doof is grinning.] HA! Now I am the most evil person on this satellite! Take that, evil clones!

[OOC: This is the end of the shade event! The EvilCloneAwayinator has gotten rid of all the shades on the satellite. Feel free to continue to backdate and backtag, however!]

[Doof is hard at work on...well, something, if the piles of parts scattered around his room are any indication. He's obviously on a mission, though.]

Hey... [Except now he's at a loss for names. Shoot.] ...pink...dancey...singy...pony. Yeah. I need fifty cupcakes. Can you do that?

[The screen shows one very large eye looking in. The view rattles for a moment, accompanied by thunking noises – something’s tapping Cambot.]

Hey, is this thing on?

[The view pans back to show a rather tall and skinny man in a lab coat – a pharmacist, perhaps? – staring at Cambot. The screen bobs up and down – yes, he’s on.]

Oh, okay. You know, you should probably have a little blinking red light or something to let people know when you’re on. You’d probably get all sorts of embarrassing videos otherwise.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Now, if anyone is watching, I’m sure you all have the same questions when you show up here in the middle of an evil monologue like I did. Where am I? What is this place? Am I really in space? And now that I’m here too, you’re probably expecting me to have the same questions.

…well, I do, but unlike all of you, I don’t have to worry about it, and this is why!

[The theatrical voice switches on, and with a flourish he pulls a cloth – probably a sheet from the bed – off of what looks to be some sort of ray gun.]

Behold, P- I mean, little camera robot thingy! The SendMeHomeinator! With this, I don’t need to ask all those annoying “I just got here! Oh, please help me!” questions. I just push a button, and the SendMeHomeinator sends me home, so I can finish my other evil monologue and get on with fighting my nemesis already.

So I just push the button [He pushes the ray gun’s big red button – no, not self destruct, the other one – and goes to stand in front of the gun] and stand right here, and poof! I’ll be home!

[He stands there, arms out wide, with a big smile on his face. It takes him a few moments to realize something’s not really right here.]

I already said the whole “poof” thing, you know. You can’t just leave me standing here. It’s really not cool.

[And nothing happens. Finally, he gets fed up and goes to fiddle with the controls, muttering to himself the whole time about how one faulty circuit can ruin his dramatic timing and it how he really should practice these things before getting in front of the camera for real. After a few moments of tinkering, he straightens back up.]

Right. Okay. Now all I have to do is push the button-

[He does so, and the laser fires immediately, hitting the Hang In There poster on the wall. After a brief flash of light, the poster changes. The image now depicts a kitten curled up comfortably in a basket with the words “Home Sweet Home” along the bottom. Guess who’s not pleased.]

What? Oh, no, it’s not supposed to do that! It’s supposed to send me home! It’s in the name and everything! [He heaves a sigh and opens up a panel to start tinkering.] Hang on- give me a minute, I’ll have this fixed right away.

[Yeah, Cambot may not hang around for that.]