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The Stupidest Glukkon Alive. In a corporate culture ruled by dim-witted slugs in suits, this loser can't even match a coat and a tie. For Munch and Abe to save the Gabbit species and free the Mudokon Scrubs, they have to find a way to promote this bonehead to the top of the Glukkon corporate ladder. And you thought working for the boss' son-in-law was bad ...! Low-level Glukkons are Puds before they become Chumps. Followed by Wanna-Bes and Big Cheeses. In the end, all aspire to be Glockstars. |
