[Video feed: There's a man sitting in a luxurious leather office chair, with his back facing the camera. He speaks in a low, threatening voice.]

Seems like things are getting fun around herrre. Looks like I'm just in time.

[He quickly spins around... and around, and around and around and then he stops! In front of the camera. Suddenly his voice jumps two octaves higher and he's cackling like a madman. His man has too much tacky snakeskin and leather to possibly be real life, and yet has somehow forgotten to wear a shirt this morning. There's an eyepatch adorned with a snake over his left eye, and sickly-looking shadows around his right. This is not the look of a well adjusted, law-abiding man.]

EHEEHEEHEEHEE! Nice ta meet ya, Su-ma-bu-ra!

You brats can call me Mr. Majima. I'll be in charge of security from now on. Ya see any men in black 'round the city, don't mind'em. They answer to me.

Feel free ta step by TD-43 any time ya got issue with anything,'cause I'll be claiming this turf now~

See you around.