“Ladies and gentlemen… entering the arena at a whopping three pounds of pure… uncertainty… hailing from the scrapyards of self-doubt… he’s the scaled sensation who’s not entirely sure why he’s here… the mechanical menace who might just spin his way into your heart…

Give it up for the Reluctant Reptile of the Ring… the Doubtful Dynamo… the Spinner of Second-Guessing… FAAAAAFNIRRRR!!!

*‘Cause when the sparks fly… he’s hoping something—anything—actually works!”

(Cue pyro that’s way too big for his size, followed by an awkward pause as Fafnir slowly rolls out, spinning nervously in place.)