I'll field some questions now, anyone?
How long do you have to wear the metal...
The head holder—
It's called a halo.
The doctor said I have to wear it for another week.
- Let's do this, already. - Oh, woah, woah.
What do you got, there? A weapon?
It's a nice watch.
I don't wanna break it on your ribs.
- Huh. Alright, let's do this. - Alright.
If I don't care about my watch, can I use it as a weapon?
What do you mean?
Well, it's sharp. It's metal.
I think I can do some, you know, serious damage with it.
I really wish I had my hammer.
It was made from this special metal from the heart of a dying star.
And when I spun it really, really fast, it gave me the ability to fly.
You rode a hammer?
No, I didn't ride the hammer.
The hammer rode you on your back?
No, no, no.
I used to spin it really fast.
- And it would pull me off the— - Oh, my God.
- A hammer pulled you off? - The ground.
It would pull me off the ground, up into the air, and I would fly.
Every time I threw it, it would always come back to me.
and that losing it was almost comparable to losing a loved one.
It's a nice way of putting it.
Today is your day, Detective Boyle.
Heroism can't be measured by a piece of metal.
But what else can we do to recognize the brave officers that have put their lives on the line?
It is my great honor to present the Medal of Valor to Detective Charles Boyle.
And Sergeant Peanut Butter.
Let’s get started.
Sorry, oh, I'm sorry. Metal.