Paul Blart panted since he was getting sweaty; granted could you really blame that handsome man for not having enough energy to go through the hectic Coconut Mall with all the races going on within it so regularly? "Phew... I might need to just sit this 1 out for a bit. There better be a bench nearby...!"
"You need help?" A Noki asked him.
Paul shook his head. "Citizen I must assure you that I'm fine-"
Suddenly poor Blart found himself ran over accidentally by a bunch of drunk racers who really should not be driving under the influence.