I blew up malaysia

It is a foggy morning. A small building appears as the fog moves. A sign next to it saying "Meet the last surviving contestant of 'The Object Shows'" is zoomed in.

A perfume bottle made out of stone slowly walks in. They close their eyes and open the door.

Perfume Bottle: *Coughing*

One of the workers, an Earthian human-object hybrid gives him a mask.

The unnamed worker: Here you go. Man, you have been through a lot.

Perfume Bottle: *Thick, animal-like accent* I understand. Anyways...

A small pepper child with glasses asks Perfume Bottle something loudly.

Pepper: Can you sign my autograph?

Perfume Bottle: *Reluctantly signs it, in proto-Objectian*

The pepper looks in confusion.

Pepper: Huh.

Perfume Bottle: I am Perfume Bottle, or as people called me back in the day, rrrrrrr-aaaaa-rrr. You might know me as one of the contestants of the first modern object show.

Perfume Bottle: My role as a contestant has gotten me prediphobic threats. But now, I will show you a piece of Object history.

He slips the tape in and it starts to play.

Text appears, reading in an ancient language: RA-ak. As the title screen fades, Perfume Bottle sets up his translator, allowing people to understand what the contestants are saying.

Stone Tablet: Hello, everyone. My name is Stone Tablet. We've been looking to bring back a tradition in the form you prey all like. Introducing: The Object Shows.

Stone Tablet: Here, I'll ask all of these people's names. What is your name, little mammoth tusk?

Mammoth Tusk: It should be obvious. Mammoth Tusk.

Stone Tablet: Oh, right.