A white-robed, gerbil cleric flies into Trog's, and by flies, I mean he slowly floats forward about a foot above the ground. The left half of his face is robotic, and is all too clearly an imitation of everyone's favorite cyborg. The rodent's only weapon is a metal staff, barely longer than the gerbil holding it, though it is a technological masterpiece, and the source of this cleric's powers. He eventually makes it to the bar and slowly levitates, landing on the counter top and asking for a dish of water and a celery stick.
Yes, this is MaGerbil.