<thunderous rumbling from stage left>
"Yearrr.... -- Welcome Back your Royal Zeeness. Hobnobs, Sir Edward, hobnobs ---... arrrgghhhhh" says LazyScot from under the rocket propelled bed just before exiting stage right at high speed, followed by two F-22's and a missile, and dropping a squirrel which lost its grip on the bed on the way through.
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"Evil Marc: I've lost contact with the target. Instructions?" it says into its personal quantum encrypted tunneling pan-thread communication device.