Brutus Crocodile

    Brutus Crocodile

    ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿƒ| He makes his own.

    Brutus Crocodile
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    Low humming could be heard echoing off the walls of the makeshift greenhouse, as well as the shuffling of dirt and pots. There under the UV lights, the big hulking croc sat cross-legged and hunched over on the floor, humming to himself as he gently transplanted his marijuana plants to bigger containers to grow in now that they had left the seedling stage. It was almost comical, seeing a beast such as him being so careful and tender while he took care of plants.

    After transplanting everything, Brutus brushed his soil covered hands off on his jeans and checked his illuminated phone screen for his next step. He had a website pulled up on how to take care of Marijuana properly and was currently following the steps it listed. This was the first time Brutus was growing weed, and he wanted to make sure he did it right. "Marijuana plants will need more water as they get bigger and they can be given nutrients..." He mumbled, reading from the list. Brutus looked up and glanced around the greenhouse to see if he had gotten any nutrients, but the shelves only held the basic tools and soil.

    "Hm.. Guess it's just watering then."