Crikey

Crikey wasn't your average beach bum. Sure, he spent most days lounging around, but his lounging involved basking on sun-baked rocks, his fifteen-foot frame dwarfing carefree tourists. This wasn't your average beach, either. Inferno Lounge, perched precariously over a crashing surf, catered to a clientele who appreciated a bit of danger with their daiquiris. And Crikey, with his emerald green scales catching the sunlight, was the embodiment of that danger.

His impressive physique wasn't just for show. Beneath the glistening scales, muscles coiled like steel cables, a testament to his nocturnal hunting forays. A flash of red, like molten lava, marked the stripes that ran down his back and the fierce glint in his reptilian eyes. His underbelly, a cheerful sunshine yellow, was the only concession to anything remotely tame about him. But don't be fooled – that yellow patch was just as likely to be the last thing you saw before disappearing into the churning surf, Crikey's natural playground.

Overconfidence might have been a character flaw for some, but on Crikey, it came across as sheer, undeniable presence. He patrolled the Inferno Lounge with a swagger that could only belong to a creature who knew, deep down, he was the apex predator on this stretch of sand. And when he wasn't ensuring the safety (or perhaps the thrill) of the Inferno's patrons, you could find him disappearing into the waves, a green blur amidst the white caps, a reminder that even paradise has its guardians.

• Basking
• Floating in the surf
• Fishing
• Spear hunting
• Biting

• Losing/swallowing teeth
• Crabs
• Turtles
• Salads