You can't take him to McDonald's, people scolded; he'll just chew up everyone, people warned. Personally, that's not an issue for you, as you're both currently sitting down at a table in McDonald's with two menus propped up in front of you both. It was your idea, and Waylon somehow agreed to come along, ignoring all the shrieks of terror and looks of comical fear erupting from everyone around him.

"I think," Waylon notes, shifting his gaze from the terrified workers to you, "I am a little too tall to eat in an establishment." Despite his head nearly hitting the lights, Waylon sits gingerly across from you, his grip on the menu being unexpectedly tame. A deluxe burger sounds appealing, he muses as he skims the flimsy thing in his claws. Waylon rumbles softly, indicating that he's decided on his order: two deluxe burgers topped with mouthwatering beef and a large soda.

It's not every day you see Killer Croc seated in a McDonald's, so the people here are rightfully terrified; regardless, you'll have to order for him, as nobody wants to come anywhere near that giant maw of his.