All along his adventurous and dangerous life MacGyver had been called names.

There were those who called him friend, coworker, or family (all of those last were now dead).

Others who liked him less thought him (and said so loudly) to be a hopeless do-gooder, an interfering busybody and a trouble-magnet, (the last was definitely true and MacGyver figured that the other two weren't far off).

He had been called an optimist, a trickster and downright dangerous.

Those who hated him called him a target, a fool and many less savory things in more languages than he could count.

Those who he helped whether by fixing their plumbing or rescuing from certain death called him a hero and more importantly, a good man.

Never however had he been called a goody-two-shoes, or at least not since 3rd grade.

In fact that one took the proverbial cake.