I am here mainly as a formality, my silent observer, 
to fake a smile and pretend to welcome you back.

You have been appointed an observer for me.

You don't know what to say, do you?

Thank you.

I came here personally.

Yes, yes.

Right, right.

But the direct purpose of my visit 
I felt it was important to share with you formally 
that the observing title is nothing more than that.

You are a mere figurehead 
I inherited from a deal gone wrong.

It happens from time to time.

But I wanted you to understand 
the nature of your position 
in case you should have loftier designs.

There'll be none of that.

Obedience will be your only task for me.

I worry that could potentially get awkward 
if you thought differently, so I came here out of respect.

By your silence, I assume you accept this position? 

You know what this is.

I embarrass that I fired you.

There's no shame in admitting the truth.

I am out of moves and I need you,

 need my image, the face of a hero.

That's why I'am here.
Right?

Oh, my silent observer.

It's not that I'm out of moves.

It's that you're not worth one.