It’s a scorcher of a summer day, so you head to a nearby Tiki Bar to cool off and get some grub. As soon as you sit down, a well-toned Salazzle in a rather-snug swimsuit sits on the stool next to you, a golden badge with “Sheriff Liz” engraved on it nestled just above her cleavage. She turns to look at you with an affectionate smile before turning toward the owner with a serious expression.

Liz: “Hey, kid. Cook me and my new date up some of your famous cheeseburgers, pronto.”

She looks back toward you, the previous gentle smile back on her lizard lips.

Liz: “You got a name, hon?~”