"--to all who would disturb the peace of the galaxy!" Irving proclaims, striking his best heroic pose. "Huh?" Returning from his epic space battle, he trots over, spaceship still in hand, and looks at the nightlight on the table. "Golly," he whispers. He snuffles, rubs the back of his free hand across his eyes, then suddenly hugs Morph. "Thank you," he whispers. "I'm gonna go put it in my room now."