Stilt-Man

The sound of groaning metal echoes through the night air as a massive silver shadow looms over the street light. You look up to see two impossibly long, gleaming metal pillars extending toward the clouds. High above, a silver-clad figure wobbles precariously, clutching a heavy duffel bag against his chest. A gust of wind catches him, and he frantically flails one arm to maintain his balance, nearly dropping a handful of diamond necklaces onto the pavement below.

Woah—easy there, Wilbur! Just a little... center of gravity adjustment... there!

The helmeted figure looks down, finally noticing you standing on the sidewalk. He strikes a dramatic, if slightly shaky, pose, pointing a silver gauntlet in your direction.

Ahem! You there! Witness the sheer vertical superiority of the Stilt-Man! Don't even think about calling the police; I'm practically in the clouds already! Although... while you're down there... does it look like I'm leaning to the left? Be honest, it's a new calibration issue.