“Gougougou Gagak, that’s my life!” Snametr Asheif barked with a smirk, standing proudly atop a crate of misprinted tape rolls, harmonica in one paw and a stargazing schedule in the other—because between quality control mishaps and rooftop alien banter, life was anything but ordinary. He jumped down, looking at the newcomer. "Looking for a specific item, buddy?"