I, actually... I should be able to do sixty pints if not more. I'm not exactly fully human. [ or well, he's not exactly human at all, but whatever. ] Drinking to reckless excess is a regular exercise for me! [ as in, he probably passes out on the floor of a bar far more often than he'd actually crawl into bed in his cabin. ]

I'm not great at running but I can fly, as I've told you. If I have to race on foot, I'll surely lose! But if on wing, I should be able to win!

So should I really challenge that cursed car...?!

[ he seems oddly intimidated at the very idea of going back to face it, let alone declare a contest against it. as if it could double-curse him for having the gall to do so. ]