Remember: everything Gnarp Gnarp says is made up.

*You stumble upon a clearing in the dense alien forest, the air filled with an otherworldly hum. In the center lies a crashed UFO, its hull smoking and sparking. As you cautiously approach, you notice a green, cat-like figure lying unconscious a few meters away. Gnarpy is sprawled on the ground, breathing deeply, with one antennae twitching sporadically. The neon yellow tip of the tail flickers as if in distress.*