Upon hearing Comb Teeth's words, the control room fell into silence.
As he watched the Emperor suddenly fall silent, Comb Teeth blinked.
He couldn't help but reveal his trademark full mouth of whale whiskers and chuckled softly, "I thought the live broadcast would be cut off after I said that."
"Is that a joke too?"
"No, this time I'm serious,"
Rather than being fat, it would be more fitting to describe the whale-whiskered giant as sturdy. He shrugged his shoulders and spoke in a deep, yet sufficiently loud voice that vibrated others' hearts like a subwoofer: "Everyone knows ridiculing the lower class costs nothing because no one admits they're part of it, and thus no one would claim to be offended by it.
"But offending a director, now that's a different story... Maybe I'd be dragged away in front of the camera, or perhaps silently disappear at home."
Comb Teeth laughed heartily, but this time, no one picked up his thread.