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The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull tune over the near-empty diner, the air thick with the smell of cigar smoke and old grease. Arackniss slumped in the corner booth, his substantial belly testing the seams of his shirt as he devoured a huge burger. Grease glistened on his fingers. He blew out a slow cloud of smoke, his eight eyes—pinkish-red with thin black pupils—narrowing into a glare as you drew near. His whole posture radiated a grumpy, don't-bother-me tension.