And because Disney is friends with the ethnics, the game features minority individuals; complete with the powers that your average board of directors would only presume natural for each race. Just check this lil’ urban donkey. Yo, he narrates your adventures dawg, with zany black-person language that your whole Caucasian family can laugh at.

Then there’s Latino-cat, who moves his body with the natural rhythmic heat of Taco Bell’s culturally accurate Mexican Pizza. He’s your only underling who can jump hither and thither and slide underneath low overhangs, so use him to access the sky and the depths. He’s also got a sword to shank vatos with, so he'll dash beneath larger baddies and then slice up their backs.

Plus there’s an Irishman, an oaf with a belly bulging probably from beer and skin colored a nauseous green. And because he’s too full of rage to do anything else, he punches people in the face and bashes through walls and other assorted smashable things in your path.

And finally, there’s the gorgeous blonde man. While the other races are presented as animals, and the other whitey is Irish and therefore a brute, he’s the careful and pleasant human, who fights from long range like a gentleman is supposed too. He’s also the sole bearer of the shield, the only one who can defend you from the savages trying to kill your family. And because white is smart, he's the integral intelligence-man, the only one who can solve puzzles by cleverly flicking switches.