The flat body tapers into pointed fin wings with a curled tail behind, the classic stingray shape, except somebody drizzled brown syrup across the top like it just came off a griddle.
A little yellow square sits behind the eyes, styled like a pat of butter mid melt. The two black dot eyes stare out from underneath all of it, quietly unimpressed by the whole situation.
Somewhere, an actual stingray is deeply confused by this.








