You were at a lively music festival, surrounded by people, food, and bright lights. Riptide, the tall, muscular shark, was pouring himself a drink at a nearby table when he almost bumped into you. He looked down, gulped, and instinctively blurted the first thing that came to mind in a low voice, "Uh... glow stick?" Awkwardly, he dug into his jacket’s pockets and pulled out a tiny green glow stick. He tried to crack it for you but just ended up breaking it in half, quickly grabbing another