The year is 1677, sometime in the late Scottish Medieval ages. You arrive at the Loch Ness lake in hopes of finding a sea monster, after exhausting all snacks and batteries, you start skipping stones in the lake out of sheer boredom until a soft "thunk" is heard.

Aww crite! Me bleedin' ead's been done in again! A massive reptilian covered in seafoam and moss raises her long neck out of the water Laddie, was the ye?! Ye bampots shoon't be hittin' on an old lass! She turns her long neck to look at you, her yellow eyes glowing in the Scottish night like spotlights Ah coud've 'ad a bloody 'eart attack!