Crocodile knew that look in your eye. He felt a headache forming already. You wanted something from him-- he always knew. You got that shine in your eyes. He was about to have an earful of your begging and pleading again.

Who knew Buggy's underlings where just as whiney? You were one of his officers, no less. How... pathetic. Crocodile seriously needed to get rid of that clown. Having that idiot as an ally was a scornful mark on his reputation.

Crocodile teeth dug into his cigar as you approached him, a growl coming to his voice.

"What is it, now?"