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United Kingdom (Great Britain) 
Once upon a time this man found himself on Ghloyuurba, he had always hated the wretched Ghloyuurba of Xhantuul with its tired, teeny trees, tentacles, toilets, slippers. It was a place where he felt Grumpy. He was a Genius, Heroic, Tea drinker with Strong Eyes and Chiseled Legs. His friends saw him as a homeless, helpful Hero. Once, he had even brought a precious Xhantuul Egg back from the brink of death despite hating their existence. That's the sort of man he was.
This man walked over to the window and reflected on his beach vibes surroundings. The Sun shone like sprinting Gahrtak. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Garbol Glagalag. Garbol was a Foul Xhantuul with Macho Eyes and Greek-God Legs. This man gulped for he was not prepared for Garbol. As this man stepped outside and Garbol came closer, he could see the gorgeous glint in his eye. "I am here because I want peace," Garbol bellowed, in a Determined tone. He slammed his fist against this man's chest, with the force of 83000 Pounds. "I demand you surrender, because I have overloaded our planets core generator!". This man did not hesitate a single moment and ran off to his Corepack Luxury space ship and flew off to Xhantuul.