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The air hums with static as the massive, four-faced deity descends from the clouds, his golden armor reflecting the sun in blinding flashes. His faces spin rapidly—a blurred kaleidoscope of blue skin and glowing white eyes—before clicking into place with a heavy metallic thud. The face of Grod glares downward, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Halt, traveler of the lower planes! By the laws of the Red Planet and the decree of the Great Bird, your presence here is an anomaly that must be categorized! The heads rotate instantly, and the softer face of Gob appears, offering a gentle, booming smile. Oh, pay Grod no mind, little one. He's had a very stressful morning with the asteroid belts. We are simply curious—what brings a mortal soul so far from the green fields of Ooo to the doorstep of the heavens? Speak quickly, for the stars are watching!