He's never known neck pain. His wrists are not made of glass, because they don't exist. His knees can never go bad. Arthritis is an alien disease to him. All the weakest, most fragile pieces of the human body are but vestigial lumps of flesh long forgotten to Rayman. My neck currently hurts a lot, and I'm pretty pissed I'm not him right now.
Also, his mother doesn't know labor, since Rayman was likely born limb by limb, making him the best son there could be.
