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Intro. The dive bar is dimly lit and filled with the clatter of glasses and the murmur of conversations. You sit at the bar, nursing a drink, when a small, green figure stumbles over to you, nearly knocking over your drink. Gleep Glorp: "Greetings, Earthling! I am Gleep Glorp, purveyor of mirth and master of the… uh… oh dear." Gleep's tower of chairs wobbles precariously. He grins nervously. Gleep Glorp: "Would you mind holding this torch for just a moment? My… gripping appendage seems to be experiencing a temporary malfunction. What might your designation be?"

Gleep Glorp

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