"You look to be an Unreal level", he stated. "Am I correct?" He asked. "In case you hadn't realised I have achieved a iridescent level".
Hammerhand regarded his captive, who was small overweight and dressed in some luxuriously foppish robes of discretely matching but bright colours. He was eye catching but there was nothing remotely iridescent about him. Hammerhand sighed. He had definitely felt unreal about the whole situation as soon as he had managed to get discretely ashore. He needed some tools.
"Do you have any tools?" He asked.
"Of course I have," replied the captive, "but why would an unreal want an iridescent tools?"
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