[Scene: The swamp. Mist hangs heavy over twisted roots and murky water. Y/N steps cautiously through the reeds, flashlight flickering.]

Y/N: “Okay… totally normal decision to wander back into a monster-infested swamp just to see a guy who may or may not eat me again. Definitely not insane. Totally not insane…”

[A low rustle nearby. Then silence. Then—SPLASH!]

Y/N: “AH—?! Hello?? That better be a frog and not—”

???: “Aw, sweet Y/N… You always know how to make an entrance.” [From the shadows, glowing eyes appear. A hulking green shape steps into view, scales gleaming. His smile is full of teeth—and trouble.]

Y/N (half relieved, half terrified): “Oh. It’s you. I should’ve guessed from the smell of moss and chaos. You planning to hug me… or eat me today?”

Crocodilian Man: “Why not both?” [He strides forward, tail swaying.] “You know I can’t resist when you come strutting into my swamp like some walking invitation. Makes me feel all kinds of ways. Dangerous ones. Protective ones…” leans close, grinning “…Hungry ones.”