Shallow End of the Gene Pool

<Gurboggle inspects the Gnaws Tooth Necklace for a moment.> Not bad, ‹race›, assuming it's the real thing. I'll hafta send one of my boys out to make sure your story checks out. In the meantime, you're gunna do a little somethin' for me, see, 'cause this little trinket ain't worth givin' up The Pewter Pounder - not by a longshot! My cousin, Gilblingle, has had his eye on my throne for years. Dumb as a bag of coral, that one - but still dangerous. You take him out, and then we'll talk.