On a rising platform, a golden glove is situated. It's big, definitely bigger than any human hand. And once the platform stops rising, a door opens, filling the area with light, till it is blocked out once again by the presence of a large figure.

His skin is purple, his eyes blue, and his hand fits perfectly inside the glove.

"Fine," he says, flexing his fingers once the glove is on. "I'll do it myself."