Brock stood in front of the tank, mesmerized by the way the luminous dots along the fins of the creatures tail seemed to pulse. He stared up at the mouth full of sharp pointed teeth, the way the creature seemed to get angrier (If that was even possible. It was pretty damn irritated when Brock had strolled up the first time), and had the niggling suspicion that he was about to make an absolutely terrible, decision that was most likely going to result in someone getting hurt. Mostly himself.
