Coastal and coasting. Pointed, except when waxing poetic about fish or Phish.
Territorial (not all Krabbys are found in Washington, DC, dammit). A hard shell that can go soft. Smells of Old Bay.
Better known for its past. Bit of a bully if you fuel it up.
Competitive, passionate, and proud. Loves a good challenge or rivalry. Appendages jutting out every which way.
Happy. Just crazy happy. Salt of the earth -- plus happy. Harvests eggs. While happy.
Thinks it's a wolf, often misunderstood. A force to be reckoned with, especially for those who don't take it seriously.
Part of a cluster, struggling for individuality. Out trailblazing on two feet, though a hype man for its roots.
A big hulking mass of a beast that looks out for the little guy (who lives in its small pouch).
Derived from prehistoric history, runs on fossils. More likely to hit with a club than hit the club.