This might be why he wasn't in the live action movie- that and Disney being absolute cowards. Enjoy, and check out just how big Gantu will get at Big Stories!

Art by  silver-stag

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Gantu hadn't taken any sort of leave in over eight years. He had dedicated all his life to his missions— first for the Galactic Federation, then for Hamsterveil, then the Federation again. And in all that time, barring a very misguided meal from one of Experiment 626's abominable "cousins," he had never really indulged in anything. But the hulking alien was not blind or stupid; he knew that the humans of this planet flocked to the islands he had called his home base for the purpose of recreation, and he could understand why. The weather was more pleasant than Kreplok 8, and unlike Experiment 626, Gantu actually liked the water because he could swim. So perhaps, with things being quiet for a while, maybe he could afford to finally let loose and enjoy Kauai without a blaster being involved in the proceedings.

And so, tuning out any wisecracks from Experiment 625, Gantu got ready to enjoy the beach. The last outfit he had worn to blend in seemed to work just fine, though the floral print shirt was very tight across his broad chest and the trunks he put on were tight across his thick legs in a way that he didn't think was entirely appropriate— but then, he saw what the humans wore to these places. Taking in a deep breath, Gantu headed to the beach to try and relax.

Immediately, he started turning heads— he was aware that his muscular build had a certain effect on people, but he had never really considered it beyond that. When had it ever been relevant to his missions? When one of the humans wolf-whistled at him, Gantu glanced back at him, a tall, tan, blond and muscular male, which was… interesting. The large, shark-like alien gave a smile and waved, but he was fairly certain bearing his teeth only scared him off. He should find something less conspicuous to do; maybe get a snack.

Shrugging off the other glances he was getting, Gantu approached a snack stand on the beach. Clearing his throat, he leaned in, then crouched down to actually see the cashier. "Yes. Hello. I would like an… iced cream, please," he rumbled.

A minute later, he held the ice cream cone in his hand, frowning slightly. There had to be more to a vacation at the beach than this. He resignedly rose the cone up to his mouth and swallowed it whole, and his eyes widened.

"Oh." It was good— better than good. After so many years of Federal Rations, and 625's… questionable recipes, it was the best thing he had tasted in years. He palmed his fist. "I have to get more."