11-24-2015, 09:14 PM
From one of the docks' many ships, a short, cloaked figure scrambles its way down a gangplank and races to the dry land, where it promptly drops to its hands and knees.
"Sweet, beautiful earth!" it squeaks nervously. "Ha ha, great bazingers, never doing THAT again!"
"Sweet, beautiful earth!" it squeaks nervously. "Ha ha, great bazingers, never doing THAT again!"
Gnome Tinkerer, gold freckles and black, magenta and blue hair. Wears a tan cap, olive shirt and various devices. Probably sneezing.
OOG: Elaine, Jericho
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