A helpful sidekick for comic relief.

Garbageman walked out of his house and strolled down the street. (His Garbagemobile was at the Mechanic.)
After strolling a few steps, suddenly and without warning, about as randomly as a fish appearing in Helen Clark's left nostril, a strange looking man appeared out of thin air.
"Whoah!" exclaimed Garbageman. "That's one cool superpower! Materialisation! I mean, all I can do is transfer garbage into any shape or form, but yours is pretty neat-o!!!!"
The Swede smiled oddly. He was a strange looking Swede, wearing a skintight red-and-white striped skivvy, black spaceman-style pants, and preacher sandals. He also had a weird goatee-slash-moustache that was died pink.
"I am your sidekick!" he exclaimed exclamatically.
"Well hold your horses there John Wayne!" Garbageman protested, "I have an image to keep up. I mean, I can't spend all of my day rooting around in garbage with just anyone now can I? Ok, scratch that idea. You look weird enough, but you have a cool power. What's your name?"
The Swede looked confused. "Hello, where is the McDonalds?" he asked confusedly.
Garbageman quickly realised that the Swede spoke limited English. Interestingly, he had only just scraped through the language test before getting into the country (he spelt his name right.)
"WHAT IS YOUR NAME?" Garbage man bellowed, hoping noise would solve the probem.
"OK, IS NO NEED TO BE SHOUT!" The Swede replied. "MY NAME.....Lark Victory!"

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