Your son stares at you as the pilot continues his dark monologue. You always said that your son was the Tart to your Pop. That is why you named him that. That is why you trademarked a franchise of sweet breakfast foodstuffs named "Tart Pops". Such a great name. The pilot snaps you out of your thoughts. He seems to have been listing off a list of things that he plans to do to you and your kingdom. You kindly ask him to repeat the list, since you had been preoccupied by matters of global security. He states that regardless of your matters, one thing is most important. He is taking down your kingdom's Paradox Police Station.