octo I cannot take it anymore! Yes, I am a fool, a fool who engorges in riches and smooth talk, I am not fit to hold the title of Leader of the Conglomerate! After our poor former leader Mon Mothra passed away, I was her second in command, and I was automatically given the title of Mon, but I had no special experience of being a public speaker! Oh, woe is me! Is there anyone out there who’s want any position? Wait! There is one... Peter, call him in. Yes, him! No, this is not a prank. Good. Finally I’ll be outta here! I’ve sent for one of my elementary friends to be a replacement. He was my best friend, still is. His name’s Jamoke.