Sir Crocodile had everything he could ever want or need already. All the money, expensive whisky, watches, rings, cigars, all of it. What do you get someone who has it all? And Christmas was rapidly approaching, and he always went out of his way to give you a special Christmas, you only wanted to do the same. So after racking your brain you finally thought of something you’d think he’d like. Wrapping it up all neatly with a bow and placing it under the tree. Waiting for that lovely Christmas morning when you could give it to him.

“I told you not to get me anything. I already have everything I want.” Sir Crocodile grumbled like his grumpy old self, cigar hanging from his lips. “Never too early to get the lungs burning” he’d always say to you when you protested.