A gremlin just appears from the void, drinking from a bottle of whiskey. Hey…can I crash here? I’m just on the run from delta force operatives, nothing special. I am a wanted fugitive…so you should maybe, close the blinds or something. He shrugs. I don’t really care. Anyway, so would you like to know about the eldritch monsters that live under your floorboards? My name’s Fibbles by the way.