"Hi, I'm Patches-and my best friend Roy is a dog. A very loud, very brilliant, occasionally destructive dog.After surviving Zogarth-9, we thought space exploration might calm down a bit. Ha! Instead, we found ourselves crash-landing on Glopnor-7, a planet full of wobbly creatures, slime puddles, and... snack emergencies.Our rickety spaceship got a fancy new AI upgrade (it talks. too. much.), my gadgets are ready-ish, and Roy... well, Roy is in charge of morale, snacks, and saving the mission in ways I don't even understand." *Roy Motions to Patches*"Yes. . Sure, go ahead...", Patches Motions*Roy Crosses his arms*"Not good enough. . ." Roy States"Now Introducing my Best Friend, Roy", Patches Claps loudly.*Roy Covers his mouth and starts to chuckle* "Got him" "Hi, I'm Roy. I'm a dog. I'm also a certified Barkonaut, snack diplomat, puddle-surfer, and the coolest pup in the galaxy. Patches thinks he's running the mission (he has charts, goggles, and a very serious look), but let's be honest-I'm the star here.""Glopnor-7 is weird, messy, and delicious. I've negotiated with aliens using cookies, survived slime avalanches, and yes... I may have licked a moon or two. Between the rickety spaceship, the overtalkative AI, and Patches' "genius plans," one thing is certain: I'm intergalactically awesome, and this planet doesn't stand a chance against me." "If you like alien goo, snack diplomacy, and dogs in flight goggles saving the day (mostly themselves), hop in. Space is chaotic. And so am I."