Glorbus sat there for what felt like minutes, understandingly concerned about the entire situation, and still desperately confused, but in a way he didn't need to waste more energy on fretting constantly, after all, the worst that could happen has already sort of happened, and as far as he could tell, he was mostly somewhat probably safe for now. The reality of the situation was still fresh on Glorbus's relatively young mind, and was giving him old people stress migraines, but before he could spiral back into his good ol' existential dread mindset that caused him so much trouble in the first two chapters, a wobbly, fun-looking space door opened seemingly out of nowhere from behind Glorbus, from which came the mingled sounds of disco music, as well as intense, blood-curdling screaming. From the ominous, stereotypical mystery door, emerged a party-torn, pale grey humanoid, with a vague jester-like appearance, but more with the aesthetic of your mom's less successful blonde friend who drinks a lot and calls you "baby". it had bits of confetti and blood speckling it's clothing (a mixture that never means anything good) and a long feather boa that looked like one of those cheap, neon dollar store ones where its just a piece of string with pillow feathers hot-glued to it, feathers falling out all over the place but still full enough to be animated as a big, slightly textured blob. the most striking feature however was the sunglass, the single large star-shaped pane of plastic and cheap tint framed around 90% of the creatures face, with confusing supports that seemed to be held up by nothing, due to the creatures cartoony lack of ears. It swung the door closed flamboyantly, with its fingers curled as if it forgot it wasn't still holding a drink. The creature pointed out its leg, raised its head slightly, and waved its arm subtly, almost expertly conveying as much fruit and flamboyance in as little movement as possible. It took off the boa in an elegant twirling fashion, shedding many if its feathers, and looking across the room at everything at its eye level, before tilting down its sunglass and looking down at where Glorbus was, clearly not expecting him to be small, (and in the length of that description, even I almost forgot how big Glorbus was.) and gave a little squeal.

        "Oh yay! It's cute! I was worried it was going to be all big and ugly and self important." It flicked off the sunglass and threw it over it's shoulder carelessly. "It would have been super ironic if SD got a HUMAN to help fix the HUMANS, then again, knowing SD that was a definite possibility... but it's not so yay!" It clapped it's hands together parallel to it's slanted shoulder. Glorbus stared up at the thing with them big, marketable eyes in still, shocked silence.

        "ah shoot," Said the thing. "It's a friggin' giraffe, the ONE animal without vocal chords, just my luck, how'm I s'posed to communicate with a fuc-" but thankfully Glorbus censored the no-no word with a well placed small noise, half to prove he was not a giraffe, and half because of profanity and think of the children. The noise had no distinguishable vowels but if I had to put into text it would be: "uushesss!" that wasn't completely accurate, but this is fiction, so, I think it just might be acceptable. The thing breathed a sigh of relief, the same sigh you might give when you stack papers so they're all neat or you write a perfect 8. (those bishes always come out looking like 6s, I swear. 6s or 9s.) 

        "Great!" exclaimed the thing, (you can tell because of the exclamation point.) "I get to keep the cute one!" now, finally addressing Glorbus for the first time, saying "Can you do the thing? With the sounds and the words?" In reference to talking, a popular human activity. Glorbus nodded his little squishy baby head, although as he's only spent time so far with a lizard and space people, so he shouldn't be able to know human body language, but that's a plot hole I shall ignore for now because in the time it takes for everyone to wait for me to bring this point back later, we will all have forgotten about it. "Is that the one that means yes, or no?" Glorbus shrugged because he's only spent time so far with a lizard and space people, so he shouldn't know human body language. (told ya.) 

        "Are you-" Glorbus cheeze-gradered before coughing vigorously, because that's what happens when you get hit by a car and then don't talk for two hours. "Are you Eye?"

        "Yes." It responded proudly. "I take it SD had some things to say about me?"

        "Was SD that SpaceDude from earlier?" Glorbus looked around the room briefly for clues to the question he literally just asked.

        "Yeeeaaahhh... we're all SpaceDudes here, and I'll save you the hassle of the regular questions with a big ol' nun'ya beeswax, it's not evil or anything, it's just a really long explanation and I don't care to give it." It leaned back in some chair that has always been there and you're crazy for thinking it was a door in them there background. "I will tell you this however, I like watching earth, it's literally going up in flames right now, it's hilarious, but this story has too much conflict and confusing irrelevant sub-stories, it doesn't have a centralized plot or anything, just a butt-ton a' chaos, and not that I don't LOVE chaos, it's just getting boring, so I thought I'd add a little bit of... spice." It grinned at Glorbus on the beat of the last word. "Disclaimer, I am a neutral observer in this, so don't blame me if the power turns you evil or something, but the planet's due date is in like, a decade anyway so do whatever you want really, just make it entertaining.

        Glorbus pondered some worrisome possibilities as to what Eye was talking about, each more nonsensical and anxious then the last, from permanent knife hands, to becoming a secret brain ghost, and gaining perfect political abilities, which was the most dreadful of all.

        Eye returned to the room without Glorbus noticing it had left, holding some generic stock image candy bar lookin' rectangle. To no one's surprise, it was indeed a candy bar. The candy bar of infinite power.