You’re swimming. The water is calm. Suddenly as twilight starts to set, that pronounced dorsal fin appears. You have nowhere to go. Three tons of eating machine is coming right and it’s hungry.
And by eat I mean fight in the cage with.
Except for Tim.
Tim Holman manages them. He’s a lawyer or something.
But the other guys – they’re pretty freaking bad ass.
And they all have moustaches for the troops.
So donate money or they will hunt and eat you, like a shark.