How positively...unique. You remind me a great deal of a gentleman back home, really, who had similiar talents. Flying was always good at getting results, even if he was not the...ahem, most endearing fellow.

[Which is to say Flying was straight-up mental. The nation of Mercia is still talking about his terror tactics. Anyhow, Naugus steeples his mismatched hands in front of him, resting his chin on top of them.]

Why sell yourself so severely short? What was your lot in life back in your own realm, I wonder? Are these 'talents' of yours standard fare for your kind?