Oh Drain, he's no good at this. Instead of lifting the gloom, all he's doing is rearranging it, throwing it in a muddle. Maybe...maybe one of the others can help him. Or something.

Or you know. Just say it.

"I. Uh. I don't know how I'm supposed to cheer people up. I'm more muscles than brains. The big guy, y'know?"

Big guy who's pushing around five feet, but you know. For a monkey.