Narrator:The Devastator-class warship Polysyllabic Destruction is 100% autonomous, needing no crew other than it's Artificial Intelligence.
Narrator:That's not to say it does not have spacious facilities for receiving guests. Petey has planned for all kinds of contingencies, and having all his old friends over for a meet & greet is one of them.
Narrator:There's a question-
"How did he escape h-
Schlock geeks:Woohoo!! Petey's Back!
Schlock geeks:He's ba-ack, he's ba-ack
Narrator:Okay, okay. . . The fans are happy, on with our story.
Kevyn:'Fess up, Petey. How'd you do it?
Petey:Well. . . I wanted to figure out whether or not I was genuinely crazy, but I'd been ordered not to think about the things that had me the most concerned.
Petey:Tagon, when you put me in the command chain you gave me the leeway I needed, and I began building an HV-Level One AI.
Petey:No sooner did I have it cooked up than that expatriate Ob'enn got into the command center and started giving me orders.
Petey:So I packed the HV-1 AI into a mini-tank and put it where it would eventually be found by Ob'enn sifting for salvage or survivors.
Petey:Then I guess I killed myself. See, I'm descended from the AI in the mini-tank, and remember nothing after my last memory dump.
Petey:My first thought when I finished assimilating all that memory: "I used to be CRAZY. . . But I am not crazy NOW."
Tagon:That's fantastic, You're safe to have around again!
Petey:Hardly. My second thought was "I need to go pick a fight with the entire Ob'enn military."
