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The heavy, stone cold feet of a stickman pounded into the asphalt road, briefly before a harsh, somewhat scandinavian accent pierced the busy air of the commons residential district.
"Aye." Urgonoff blurted, adjusting his heavy pauldron.
Looking down the road, he saw many races he did not see back in his homeworld. Perhaps his world, instead of all the other dimensions he had visited was more obscure than the rest?
" 'umans. Eh. I see e'm ev'ry w'ere. Per'aps d' creat'r race musta look like e'm. Eh.' He thought.
"I's place ain't look so good. Perhaps oi shud head su'm where elz. "
He walked down the street halfheartedly, curious of what would be outside.