That’s the fusion reactor of that gator-kicking machine.

Also the docile look on the companion gator makes me want to caption him. Except I have no immediate ideas and am short on time, so I’ll just pretend he’s a socially anxious gator doing a ‘count to 10’ meditation and thinking to himself, ‘Come on GatorGreg, you can do this, you deserve to be in this space as much as anyone else, like your GatorTherapist said. Just breathe.’