Once Joba sobered up we tried to get some face time with him in order to get more reaction regarding his recent demotion to middle relief (unless you think he should be there, in which case it wouldn't be a demotion). Joba, however, was a bit elusive, masking much of what he felt. At least that was my impression. Read the transcript below and judge for yourself:
RJG: So, Joba, sucks to be you right about now, huh?
Joba: Not more than it sucks to be your face. Zing!
RJG: Oh, you got me. So, really, how do you feel about losing out in the fifth starter competition?
Joba: I'm just happy to do whatever I can to help the team.
RJG: Yeah, but it must sting to have gone through all the 'Joba Rules' craziness only to end up back in the 'pen.
Joba: [singing] Informer, abadabadabadabada blam! A licky boom boom down!
Joba: I know you are but what am I?
RJG: Did you just sing 'Informer,' by Snow? Are you even old enough to remember that song?
Joba: To be totally forthcoming, all I wanna do is zoomazoom zoom zoom and a boom boom.
RJG: 'Rump Shaker'?
Joba: Are you hitting on me?
RJG: No, the song 'Rump Shaker.' Why are you singing 'Rump Shaker'?
Joba: I don't know what you're talking about.
RJG: So losing the fifth starter spot, any thoughts? Anything besides lines from the 90s Greatest Hits collection?
Joba: Why don't you get out of my face before I run over your cat with my tricycle!
RJG: You have a tricycle?
Joba: [Talking like a 60s robot] I am a Robot. Directive does not compute. Must terminate processes.
RJG: I'm just going to go now . . .
Joba: Error. Error. Error . . .
So there you have it folks, seems like it may take a little bit of time for Joba to come to grips with this.