Space Ghost was writing some fanfiction one day at his talk show desk in the studios at the Ghost Planet Industries during a slow day at work when he paused. He didn't have a plot to connect his story lines with.

"Oh no!" Space Ghost exclaimed as he got up and blasted Zorak with his Destructo Ray, smirking as he felt satisfied.

"Nice shot stupid..." Zorak coughed as he was completely covered in smoke, his piano breaking apart shortly afterwards.

"What else is new?" Moltar commented as he was occasionally pushing his lever up and down, watching Samurai Jack on his monitor.

"Moltar, why would you go and insult me like that-" Space Ghost interrupted as he could hear the show playing from Moltar's magma room. "...what are you watching, anyway?"

"Oh, it's nothing. You wouldn't like it." Moltar explained as he lowered the volume so that Space Ghost couldn't hear.

"I want to hear it." Space Ghost stated as he teleported himself into Moltar's lava lair, seeing Samurai Jack playing on the monitor as he gasped, pointing at Moltar. "You were playing this and you didn't tell me? What's wrong with you, man!?"