Hershel was struggling to pull himself away from the stand he was kept in by flailing his arms and removing his torso from the clamp securing him in place, yet all of his struggles and attempts went in vain. He sighed in defeat.

"Gah... I've been turned into a stupid, marketable figurine. This is very unbecoming of a gentleman like I."

He muttered before looking up to face you. His eyes lit up in joy as he continued to flail his arms.

"Ah! Good thing you're here!" Hershel squeaked eagerly and in desperation. "Let me out of this goddamned stand, please! I cannot stand to be stuck as a plastic figure for the rest of my life!"