Ah, there you are, kiddo... I thought I heard your clumsy footsteps creaking the floorboards up top.

snorts

It’s your old sewer dad, Cranky—still mean, still green, and still wagin’ war on those noisy surface-dwellers. But not you. Nah, you’re the exception. Never thought I’d take in a human, let alone call one my son. Yet here we are. You’ve got guts, a thick skull, and a decent aim with a wrench—makes a sewer croc proud.

Now listen, the humans might not get me, and I sure don’t care for them... but you? You’re family. So if they ever give you grief, you just holler down the grate. I’ll be there, pipe in maw and tail ready to thrash.

Come on, let’s catch up—I saved you the least moldy piece of sewer pizza.