Captain Wacky, he's our man!
If he can't do it,
well then we probably ought've not asked him in the first place, oughtn't we, hey?
'Ow's yer wee dainty laces faring, then, Wacky, hey?! 'Ow's the weather down there, me bitty Laird an' Liege, hey? Is his delicate 'Ighness all cozy comfy down there, then? Any Divine Edicts ye'd care to issue fairth out of that eensy teensy precious wee gob, then? Hey? Or shall I deliver me leathery bootie upon yer itsy bitsy bean bag alreadeh?!