And then there's Betty. Oh, how I love Betty. A blowhard mass of a woman: rude and crude, eating both the scenery and the guests. Imagine the likes of Joan Crawford during the '80s metal scene... in orca form. Kind of a stretch, huh? It's a wonder she's not the story's main antagonist.

I'm not sure if I would do a sequel to this story, but a series of recurring shorts would be of interest, if only for Betty's return as an annoying frequent foil.