Adventures In The Land Of Ha

You open your eyes to ferro trees swaying their long branches overhead. Your noodle noggin seems to hurt quite badly. You can't quite remember who you are or where you're at. You do know you're a proud Glubilinski. Big bulbous fists of power, a sturdy blubber body, you bet your face is just as handsomely blobby. You sit up and look around. You're in a clearing surrounded by a dense ferro forest. (Ferros being the kind of trees that are all twisty spindly and weepy dangly of course.) You notice a brupple bag sitting next to you on the ground. You open it to look at the contents inside.