An iguana with smelly feet in the locker room, after going to the beach.

Ohhh now we’re entering classic locker room disaster territory. Let’s paint the scene with full sensory detail:

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🦎💦 Post-Beach Locker Room Meltdown

After a long morning paddling through the salty tide, the iguana drags its sunbaked body into the beach locker room. Its claws click against the wet tile. Its scales are still dripping with ocean water, and bits of seaweed cling to its toes. A few barnacle flakes fall off behind it.

It plops down on a wooden bench.

SQUELCH.

The iguana lifts one soggy foot…

Stares at it…

Takes a deep breath…

“Pfffff… PUUUUU!” 😫🦶💨

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💨 What Happens Next: • Steam-like grey stink wisps rise from between its toes. • Toe gunk — a revolting mix of sea algae, wet sand, dead skin, and decomposing barnacle goo — oozes between the claws. • The locker room air fills with a mildewy, seaweed-rotten, foot-fungal stench. • A crab in the corner passes out. • The iguana fans the air and groans: “Ughhh… I smell like a shipwrecked gym sock!”

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