You had heard about vacationing in Gateau Bay; it was super relaxing, it was luxurious, and, most importantly, it was cheap. A beautiful seaside town that apparently had flown under the radar. You bought your ticket immediately for a well-deserved getaway.

At first glance, the beachside town is everything you could hope for. The weather is warm and pleasant, the town is clean and friendly, and the food- to die for. But as you head out to the beach, you notice something... you may just be the smallest person in town. Everyone is carrying some kind of paunch, be it a mild case of beer belly to some truly titanic guts sloshing around. Before you can think on this, you see one of the bigger ones heading towards you: a gator with a massive belly round as a beach ball, sloshing with each waddling step. His hawaiian shirt hangs limp against thick, blubbery sides and a full, plush chest, his thick arms filling out the sleeves. His shorts look fit to burst over keg-sized thighs and an enormous rump holding up his thick tail. Still, he smiles at you, dimpling his round cheeks and showing off his rows of sharp teeth.

"Hey, stranger! Name's Brodie." He sticks his hand out for you. "Now... you got the look of someone new in town, am I right? You oughta head over to my place- Brodie's Beachside Buffet." He drapes a thick arm around you and turns you around to an open-air restaurant, right there on the beach. Decorated with tiki huts and colorful awnings, the smell of rich barbecue, burgers, and all other kinds of rich food hits your nose. "First meal is free- trust me, you'll be thanking me for it. Waddya say?"