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This convivial meeting is interrupted by a large black dog letting itself in the front door. Larry the owner asks aloud, "Is this anybody's dog? You have to take...him..." but he stops when he gets a good look at the animal. He's nearly the size of a horse, trails a trail of mist behind him, and has singularly horrible breath. He walks up to your table, sniffs around you, and decides to park by your feet.

He has only one eye, cyclops-like, in the center of his forehead.