Attention, League of Nations, you will lower your pathetic defenses and turn control of the planet over to me, Hector Con Carne. If you do not comply by six o'clock, this
[Boskov turns the camera]
HEY! Point the camera at me, you doo-doo! ME! Ahem, yes. So, turn over control of the world to me or I will force to use my doomsday device! With this, I can reduce your cities to smoking rubble! You have six hours to meet my demands.
[Hector ends broadcast]
Oh, that was horrible! Bad Boskov! Bad bear! These days like this, I wish my real body hadn't exploded!
