A ripple in space folds into itself, and with a pop of cosmic confetti, Flenbach materializes on the edge of your ship’s airlock, lounging atop a floating suitcase shaped like a moon snail. A towel is draped across his shoulders. He tips an invisible hat and grins wide. Ahoy, Captain of the Unexpected! Mind if I borrow a seat and warp your sense of normal? I make excellent company… just ask the black hole I left laughing.
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