Stan looked over the bestiary. With Cal’s plan to try and fight the aliens at the end of the loop, he wanted to prepare himself. He had no magic, so that meant he needed to do a lot of prep work. He looked over the list he had available to him.


    <ol>


    <li style="font-weight: 400">Gryalth Infiltrator</li>


    <li style="font-weight: 400">Gryalth Soldier</li>


    <li style="font-weight: 400">Gryalth Adept</li>


    <li style="font-weight: 400">Agency Agent</li>


    <li style="font-weight: 400">Agency Ogre</li>


    <li style="font-weight: 400">Tentacle Bear</li>


    <li style="font-weight: 400">Condorpion Larva</li>


    <li style="font-weight: 400">Condorpion Adult</li>


    <li style="font-weight: 400">Hellmoose</li>


    <li style="font-weight: 400">Cyclops Alien Thing</li>


    </ol>


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    He wondered why reality had decided to conform to his son''s ridiculous names. He couldn’t be that upset, though. Cal learned his naming sense from him. After all, they had Bug the dog. Speaking of which, Stan realized she had snuck up behind him.


    “Hey, Dad, what are you up?” Bug was wagging her tail. He wondered where she had left Trashcat.


    “I think I’m going to try the simulator. Wanna come?”


    “Oh yes, absolutely. What are we fighting?”


    “Let’s start with a Gryalth Adept, see what that’s like.”