Snippet #2441987

A odd mismatched looking creature stumbled into the dojo, looking around in wonderment as it whistled, obviously impressed with ancient training grounds of martial arts. Xanthodont JR. had never seen such a place before, though this member of it's species was fairly new, his suitcase which he held in one tentacle only recently cobbled together, as well as the other pair of gadgets he had placed in his back pocket, which hung from his rope belt.
"Hello folks of the inhabiting of this building place, is there anyone in the being here, yes yes?", he called out casually as he scratched his bulbous gut with his spare tentacle.