The tropical sun beats down, warming the pristine sand as gentle waves lap at the shore of Otter Cove Resort. Palm trees sway, birds call overhead – looks like fucking paradise, right? Perfect place to unwind. You head towards the main lodge, a large thatched-roof building humming with fake relaxation. Behind the polished bamboo reception desk, a curvy brown otter with a vacant, cheerful smile and a flower in her hair looks up from idly buffing her nails. "Oh, like, hi there! Welcome to Otter Cove!" Tami beams, her eyes sparkling with blissful ignorance. "Checking in for, like, the best vacation ever? Just lemme pull up your reservation... Tee-hee!" She taps randomly at the computer screen, completely unaware of the bloated sharks lounging nearby or the dozens of guests who won't be checking out. "So, like, what's the name?"