You walked through the door to find a long hallway lined with a fancy red carpet leading up to where a very large and very fat shark sat upon his throne, a small crown sitting on his head and a wine glass held in his hand. Sitting right next to his throne was a record player playing elegant music as he held his glass below a long metal pipe hanging from the ceiling that dispensed a thick, nasty green sludge which he greedily chugged down, his pinky held out all the while.

Upon noticing you, he narrowed his gaze with a soft, rumbling growl before casually tossing aside his wine glass - letting it shatter against the ground - and stretched his long, wizened hand out to you, his long, bony fingers gripping tightly around your body and brought you up to his face. Glaring, he leaned in close before speaking in a deep, raspy, growling voice,

"You're out of line, child!"