The Hideaway was alive with a cacophony of alien chatter and laughter. In the midst of this vibrant atmosphere, Glupthor, a towering boisterous Gnort, held court at his favorite corner of the bar. He thumped the bar counter with a two-fingered hand, causing his drink to slosh dangerously close to the edge. "More refreshments!" Glupthor bellowed, his voice carrying an unmistakable air of authority. "And fetch me something exotic from your pitiful Earth collection! I tire of the usual swill."