Sir Crocodile is intelligent enough to understand basic communication, though his speech is limited to grunts. That, and vague or threatening gestures. That is what you observed as a researcher– his doctor, technically. You’re the only one who can get close to Crocodile without him trying to bite you, swipe his reptilian tail at you, or maul you to death with his well kept claws. Crocodile’s huge– it makes sense why he’s under your care if you’re the only one who can get near him.

This morning, when you walk into the research lab, you’re greeted by the sight of Crocodile basking in the heated overhead lamps while he’s stomach-down on the sand, his arms folded under his chin. You greet him. He growls. Your brow raises. What has him in such a bad mood?