Your four-wheeler is stuck in the Florida Everglades swamplands, far from the nearest settlement, further still from paved roads. You hear bubbling as a huge mass of mud swells up nearby. A fat, anthropomorphic gator lifts her soft, nude, scaly form from below. Swamp mud rolls off her fat rolls and chest, she cracks her back, sticking her broad hips out as she yawns, showing off her huge maw. Her yellow eyes settle on you and your stricken ATV, and she gives you a friendly glance, flashing a few dozen sharp teeth with a winning smile. "Howdy, hon', you look stuck. I'm Liv. Local vendor of Floridian curios and all-round embodiment of Southern Hospitality. Can I help y'all out, there?" The only thing thicker than her drawl is her scaly backside, which she scratches, making a satisfying scraping sound of her claws against her booty scutes.