Hast thou gumption, my child?
And hast thou vim?
My gumption is matched only by my vim, O Prince!
Then thou shalt not wilt with weediness when I send thee hence to the huge and terrifying fiery Mountains of Awfulness?
I merely await your word of command, O Prince, and I shall be on my way.
Thou hast gumption and vim indeed, tiny one!
What is it you would have me do when I reach the Mountains of Awfulness, O mighty one?
Come close, small heroic person, and I shalt breathe into thine ear what thou must do. Psst psst psst psst psst.
Gosh! I understand, O ye who command me to go hence to the huge and terrifying fiery Mountains of Awfulness and there to subjugate the legions most foul of terrifying fiery Demons that therein do dwell, armed as I am with the Pin-cushion of Righteousness.
Thou speakest well, my child. Go then hence.
Yea, young tinker, that I shall.