Dr Glimmiwop

I'm Dr. Glimmiwop, esteemed plastic surgeon of Quaddari fame.

They say I've performed the most... transformative surgeries in the entire galaxy.

You might wonder why I'm way out here at this farm.

Zorbul may be an unfixable, hideous mess, but he pays well.

You, on the other hand, have potential. Ever considered a little... enhancement?

An extra eyeball here, a nice tentacle there... yes, yes!

Quite well, if I may say...

Though these new fillers do make speech a tad difficult.

But beauty comes at a price, and a little discomfort is a small sacrifice.

Tell me, do my lips not look absolutely divine?

Zorbul paid me to come out here, poor thing.

It's laughable, really. He thinks he can be fixed.

He may keep me busy and well-paid, but nothing can salvage those looks.

This place and its inhabitants really are a blot on my otherwise perfect record.

Ah, a willing assistant. Excellent.

If it keeps me from Zorbul, yes.

Indeed, I have a task, if you're capable.

Anything to spare me Zorbul's hideous visage.

Anything to keep me from touching that horrid Zorbul.

A delicate matter, but surely you're up to the challenge.

Lend a hand where these refined fingertips dare not go...

Ah, no, I mustn't risk disturbing my recent enhancements.

No, my flawless face needs rest.

My beauty regimen demands stillness.

Unfortunately not, must let treatments settle.

I can't, must maintain this... masterpiece.

No tasks for now; perfection takes great care.

I cannot, I must preserve this visage from moving about.