"Come on, Goofy, Sora!" Donald shrieks once, as the shadows twitch and tilt around them. "Let's show them what we're made of!"

"What are we made of?" Goofy wonders aloud. His question is lost in the clash and chaos as the battle begins, so he gets no answer.

This is so very much a Goofy sort of slow-and-steady-and-superficially-stupid question and also deeply poignant when looked at from another angle and also the title of that song I used in that one music video that I love. And for this line alone I think I propose marriage for the billionth time.