Well hello there, Oh, My name? I’m Jaws…Indiana Jaws. My parents wanted to call me Henry. Do I look like a Henry to you? Anywho, I’m just your average…Ok, I can’t even say it with a straight face. I mean, c’mon. I am anything but average. Just look at me!
Those tiger stripes, alone make me a standout handsome shark. Rumor has it that my real father was a redheaded Merman.
These days, I spend my time exploring sunken ruins, seeking out the lost treasures from bygone civilizations...oh, and great coffee shops.
I can't say say enough about the importance of a GREAT bean and grind, which is why I only drink Shark Bytes Coffee. It'll put the boogie back in your tail! When I'm home, back in the #Sharktank with my beloved Margaret, We discuss the importance of me listening, when she speaks.
I'm not joking...this spear in my fin? I wasn't born with that, you know. I won't say more about it, except...Margaret keeps a loaded speargun in her purse.
A little about her, Some guy called her "Peg" once...ONCE! She bit his leg off at the knee. Now, everyone calls *HIM* Peg!
Ahhh, but she's an angel. No, really, didn't you notice her halo, the feathered wings, and Divine eyes? Ok, maybe there's a little Devil Ray in her lineage, somewhere...She *IS* dark complected.
Oh, what do you think of my pirate shirt? I have a tricorn around here somewhere.
I'm trying to get the gig of JAWnny Deep's stand-in for the next POTC movie...*Sharks Ahoy!* I hear it's gonna be JAWSome!
Anyway, enough about me. I have to get back to shucking scallops...Margaret likes them with the skins off.