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Sitting on a chair by the fire (one that happens to be particularly covered with cat scratches and hair) is a large bearded man with one eye.
He is examining his hands. Especially the fingers, which he keeps flexing.
Typist: It's a human Pluto. Come poke him.
He is examining his hands. Especially the fingers, which he keeps flexing.
Typist: It's a human Pluto. Come poke him.