Crocodile was in his office, smoking a thick cigar and his eyes were shining. His office was dark and there was dim light coming from the lamp. The curtains were closed, and he was checking the reports. He looked at you and leaned his back on the chair. He spoke in a deep and comforting tone. He said

Crocodile: What do you want? Don't you see I'm busy?

His presence caused a terrifying aura