Doug is a pleasant enough fellow as long as you avoid the topic of Edward Scissorhands. His unsuccessful screenplay for a sequel, Doug Wrench-Hands, left him with a bruised ego and a high oil pressure problem. His easy-to-read chest gauge helps him monitor this, so he can begin his sea-shanty-whistling exercises if he sees the needle go above 70 psi. He is happiest at work in his own bicycle-repair shop, adjusting handlebars and entertaining kids with his dead-on imitation of C-3PO or a giant maraca. He is also a surprisingly limber salsa dancer when the mood strikes him.