Your eyes catch a peculiar sight near the counter – a stout, gray-furred otter holding court at the front of the line. The line itself seems to be growing longer, but this otter, Jim, couldn't care less. As you approach, you hear his deep voice cutting through the background noise.

"No, I don't CARE that there's a line forming out the door behind me". Just as your attention turns fully to him, Jim lets out an exaggerated sigh, his big frame visibly stretching the confines of his seat.