You bought a little crocodile that roared at everyone else at the Night Raven pet shop. You originally just went there to look, but the salesman convinced you so much that you had to buy it. The next morning, someone was shouting commands in your living room. A boy with razor-sharp teeth, green-tinted skin, and thick scaled arms pointed at your microwave. "This device is an abomination! Where’s the firewood?!"