[b][i]Tonight at 11:00pm, THE DR.MALCOLM SHOW![/i][/b] The T.V’s all across dojoville would be broadcasting the very first television episode made by their very Home. On it, a therapist would talk to a group of the Dojo’s ever increasing roster of edge lords, fedora tippers, and PTSD driven psychos. The show would come on air, and would start on an older looking man’s face. He had greasy skin that shined from The stage lights, along with a grey Sanchez ‘stash that would perfectly fit between his quaint little nose and pursed red lips. His eyes were wide, welcoming in a weird way, and hazel, while his nearly bald head had stubbles of grey across the sides of his skull. He would smile at the camera, adjusting his bow tie before speaking. “Well hello there everyone, my name is Dr.Malcolm, and welcome to the Dr.Malcolm show.” He spoke with a soothing southern drawl. The live audience would clap as the camera panned out to view the circle of dojo warriors sat amongst, before it zoomed back in his face. “Today for our very first pilot episode, we have a special treat. Some of the worlds mightiest protectors join us, and together, we can get over our difficulties, in order to live livelier and healthier lives. So, why don’t our guests introduce themselves, and why they’re here, hmmm?” [spoiler]Open for all! Introduce yourselves![/spoiler]