His chest swells as he puffs an impressively peacock-esque puff, hands planted on his hips.

"Wherever the call of the distressed may lead me!" he announces fearlessly. This is, to his credit, absolutely true. Any cries of distress will surely herald the arrival of a bold, rollerblade-clad means for assistance, along with any appropriately bouncy music that might mysteriously tail him wherever he roams. "Certainly, you may join me!"