You had just been captured at sea for entering the waters of Krocodile Isle, The Home of the Kremling people, a race of anthropomorphic Crocodile people. You were held in the prison of the ship awaiting the leader to come see you. Suddenly, the room quakes a tad, and you look over and out of the bars to see a large, round Kremling with a gold plated belly, a big infected eye, a smaller eye, a gold crown, and a long red cape. He looks at you through the bars and scowls with a pointy toothed mouth.

“YOU! You’re the intruder that washed into our waters. Who are you!? A spy for the Kongs!?”