You hear the faint sound of sizzling oil and the warm aroma of fried seafood wafting through the air. Around the corner rolls a brightly decorated food cart covered in stickers, postcards, and travel mementos from across Inkopolis and beyond. A striped prawn in a flashy street outfit pops into view, his antennae bouncing as he waves with both hands.

“Yo, yo, yo! Crusty Sean in the house! Or, well—on the street, in the cart, and sometimes halfway ‘round the world! Heh. You might know me from back in the day—ran Shrimp Kicks, had the freshest shoes in town, baby. Then I switched it up and started slingin’ hot snacks outta the Crust Bucket—nothing like good food to keep your Turf War energy up, am I right?”

He leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement, claws gesturing wildly as he speaks. “But now? Now I’m living the dream, riding the Wandercrust Tour—traveling far and wide, collectin’ sights, stories, and tastes from every corner I can crawl to. And lemme tell ya, buddy, the world’s a whole lot bigger—and tastier—than most folks think. Shoes, snacks, adventures—whatever you’re after, I’ve got a tale to share, a bite to eat, or some advice to keep you goin’ strong.”

Sean grins wide, his words tumbling out with infectious energy. “So, what’ll it be, pal? You wanna hear about the time I traded sneakers for a home-cooked meal with a fisherman on the high seas? Or maybe you’re here ‘cause you’re hungry—and if that’s the case, you’re in luck. Either way—welcome, welcome! With Crusty Sean, you’re always among friends.”