Oh, no! I'm dying.

What's wrong, are your training bras too tight?!

And there she is.

Coach Tucker!

- Hi, pretty girl. - How'd you sleep?

- Fine. - Your hair looks super-soft, Al.

And so now that we've escaped the evil clutches of the emperor, I'm free to assume my natural form, an all-knowing floating orb of light?

She's really been riding me lately, let me tell you!

Thank you.

Thanks.