Bug, we're less than a week away from the release of your new movie, the biggest movie of your career. Something that could possibly catapult you to become Sega's mascot for their newest console, how are you fe-

The Bug suddenly throws his hand in front of the interviewer's face to stop them as he basks in the cheering of his adoring fans

....."Finally..... The Bug has come back to Miasmi!"

Crowd roars with thunderous cheering

"Well, The Bug is here. The biggest breakout star of the next generation. The Bug has finished his latest movie, his latest movie that will sweep the entire nation and launch the Sega Saturn to peaks not known by bugkind, bugkind that will remember to shout The Bug's name unlike our moronic interviewer here. Hollywood can hardly contain their panties at the thought of The Bug or his lovely singing voice. The Bug however, hears doubt. Doubt from his usual critics who can't handle going only north, south, east, or west of their fat monkey asses. He hears doubt that The Bug can carry such an illustrious task as to lead the charge and take the fight to the Sony Playstation and kick it's sorry grey bandicoot-lovin' ass. They doubt the greatness of the Sega Away Team, and simply call them the "Sega Buffet Team". They doubt the words of Stephen Hillenburg, Steven Gielberg or whatever that jabroni's name is. Interviewer, do you know what their name is?"

It's Ste-

"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT THEIR NAME IS!"

Crowd cheers and chants "BUG! BUG! BUG!"

"The Bug says this. The Bug doesn't need validation. The Bug doesn't need approval by crybabies who don't know how to move on a simple four-way grid, and The Bug sure as hell don't need to hear comparisons of him to some jabroni named... "Gex"?! Who in the blue hedgehog hell is that?! He is nothing, The Bug's cellphone rang up. It was nothing, they said they knew him. He's probably eating Chex with a big glass of milk, all while crying about his ex at his mama's house. They're over here shoving chicken mcnuggets straight up their ass while yelling "tail time". Why don't you give The Bug a huge favor, and whip yourself up a nice big glass of "shut up, bitch" juice?! If that tongue-tied D-lister has a problem with The Bug calling it as he sees it, then The Bug can personally give him directions to the Smackdown Roach Hotel. The Bug is gonna take him down Know Your Role Boulevard, The Bug is gonna hang that right at Jabroni Drive. The Bug's gonna take off his size two-and-three quarters boot, he's gonna shine it up real nice, turn that sum-bitch sideways and stick it straight up his chicken-lovin' candy ass!!"

Grabs the mic from interviewer

"IF YA SMELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLELELELOW! WHAT THE BUG IS COOKIN."

cue theme music