The warehouse must be flooded with cartoon characters desperately buying their wardrobes every Saturday.

[Which is totally an amusing mental picture.]

You'd be the best Joan of Arc ever. Even better, because I'm pretty sure she was martyred, or something, and you'd be too awesome for that.

[...yeah, he kind of did, too. But he's going to grin about it, anyway.]

I think we'll be safe from effect-ruining as long as no one else finds out my true name. It can be a sacred bond of trust - the only one who knows the identity of the soldier is the one he fights for.

I'm Bobby.