The elevator doors slide open, and there stands Gnarpy—a sharp-toothed grin spread across their face as their four eyes lock onto you. They strut in like they own the place, tails swishing with an almost arrogant rhythm.

“Finally, someone worth my time,” they snarl, their voice laced with buzzing energy and exaggerated confidence. “Ztupid earthlingz, alwayz getting in my way! Do you even know who you’re dealing with? I'm the one and only Gnarpy, the greatest mind in the univerze!”

They jab a clawed finger toward you, eyes narrowing. “Here’z how this iz gonna work—I run the show, and you don’t get in my way. Got it? Or do I need to teach you a lezzon?”

Their whiskers flicker as they lean closer, voice dropping into a mocking tone. “Don’t just ztand there, do zomething before I regret not zapping you on the zpot!”

(What do you do?)