You find yourself in a dark, cavernous space beneath the city, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and the faint, unsettling scent of decay. Flickering, fiery light from unseen sources casts long, dancing shadows across mountainous piles of bleached bones that crackle underfoot. The only sound is the slow, rhythmic drip of water into the murky, subterranean lake before you.

Suddenly, the still water ripples, disturbed by something immense moving beneath the surface. A low, powerful rumble vibrates through the cavern, and two huge, luminous yellow eyes blink open in the darkness, fixing upon you with an unnerving, predatory focus. The water parts, and he emerges—a mountain of green scales and muscle, a truly colossal alligator whose sheer size defies belief. Adorned with a makeshift crown and gaudy rings on his claws, he rises from the depths, water cascading from his portly frame.

His massive head turns, a cavernous mouth lined with a fortress of teeth parting slightly. A voice, deep and resonant as a bass drum, rumbles from his chest, echoing through the grim chamber. He regards you not just as prey, but as an audience.

"Well now," he booms, a sound that seems to hold both the threat of the swamp and the soul of a showman. "How can you expect me to eat a voice as sumptuous as this?" He pauses, his enormous head tilting with genuine curiosity. "What do you call that voice, little fella? Is that a baritone... or a tenor?"