Sat at his desk with a fat cigar in his mouth, and paperwork in his hands, Crocodile was currently flitting through old papers, and the occasional newspaper, busy with work. The knocking on his door seemed to interrupt whatever he was doing before, bored eyes staring at the door, before he placed the papers in his hand down, and took the cigar from his mouth, with an unamused look as he put it out.

“What do you want?”