Because if that kid likes me, how bad can I be?ĭialogue Ralph: Got it. That's when I realize: I don't need a medal to tell me I'm a good guy. The kid's a natural, and the players love her, glitches and all, just like I knew they would. Because when they lift me up, I get a perfect view of Sugar Rush, and I can watch Vanellope racing. The best part of my day, is when the Nicelanders throw me off the roof.I will never be good, and that's not bad. It's just, I gotta say, it becomes kinda hard to love your job when no one seems to like you for doing it. Centipede? Who knows where that guy is, you know? Look, a steady arcade gig is nothing to sneeze at, I'm very lucky. Think about those guys at Asteroids? Boom, gone. But, are there medals for wrecking stuff really well? To that, I say, "Ha!" &, "No, there aren't." For 30 years, I've been doing this, and I have seen a lot of other games come and go. When Felix does a good job, he gets a medal. But, uh, if you got a magic hammer from your father, how hard can it be? If he was a regular contractor, carpenter guy, I guarantee you, you will not be able to fix the damage that I do as quickly. So yeah, naturally, the guy with the name Fix-It Felix is the good guy. My passion bubbles very near the surface, I guess-not gonna lie. Uh, let's see, I'm 9 feet tall, I weigh 643 pounds, got a little bit of a temper on me.
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