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[b]"GRAHGAEFG!!"[/b]

At 5000 GIQ (Goblin Intelligence Quotient), it took all of 0.003 seconds for Zogi to grasp the situation within his wrinkled brain, and he acted with speed that almost surpassed the thoughts of the illithid. A verdant blur, he struck like a grassy viper, immediately extricating his fellow goblin-companion (what in the Green was wrong with her face though? It was so flat, so smooth, so dull! Like a stinkin' elf child who thought it'd be funny to smear leaf-juice on their face!) from the admittedly-appealing stomach-fur of their Proto-Employer. While Zoppy snored, her head now placed upon a soft patch of dungeon soil, Zogi immediately hoisted the raccoon-furry-creature back up onto their feet, patted the dust off their coat, and transitioned into a grovelling kow-tow, practically sharpening his perfectly-formed nose upon the earth as he pleaded with the very essence of his body.

[b]“Boss! Boss, ya gotta forgive da kid, see? She don’t know nothin’, a real dizzy broad, I swear it! Us gobbos, we get all twisted up in leggin' n noggin', kakaka! So real, lemme take de lumps for her, eh? Lil’ Zogi’s the meathead that shoulda kept her in line, teachin' her ta be all proper-like wit ya! Say da word, Big-Boss, and I'll even do it to m'self!”[/b]

It went without saying, after all, that if this trash-panda-fella could bring them into this world, then they surely could otherwise bring them out of this world too. And Zogi certainly could not let a fellow Sister of the Green be erased, before the revolution has even begun!