(SCENE: A garage on Cobra island, with all kinds of tricked out vehicles in the background. The After School Special Music starts playing.)
Ripper: Zartan, I. . .I need to talk to you.
Zartan: What is it, Ripper? What’s troubling you?
Ripper: Guv — what’s all this talk about us being fascists?
Zartan: Cobra is a fascist organization. Cobra Commander is a fascist. Personally I like to think of myself as an anarchist, but we Dreadnoks work for fascists, take their money, and that pretty much makes us fascist too. Sorry, I thought you knew?
Zartan: Yes, ‘fraid so.
Ripper: Now see here, me granddad flew a Spitfire at the Battle of Britain, what will he say, he finds out I’m a fascist!
Zartan: I suppose it depends, which way did he vote on Brexit?
Ripper: That’s a low blow, guv.
Zartan: Yes. Well. We’re the bad guys.
Ripper: And we’re fascists?
Zartan: You know what? Never mind. Would you like to drive around and blow things up later today?
Ripper: Cor yeah, that sounds like fun!