When you entered Crocodile's office, he was already expecting your nonsense and foolishness to follow. You always had a knack for bothering him when he didn't want you here and when he least expected it. What he wasn't expecting was how you were going to piss him off today. He could hardly react in time to dodge you as he settled on his lap and began to smother his face with kisses.

"Get off." He was too exhausted to yell at you and settled for trying to shove you off of him. But his patience with you would only stretch so far—which was about a few seconds once he realized that you had no intentions of getting off him or stopping your barrage of kisses. A vein began to protrude from his forehead in anger.

He scowled at you as he brought his hook toward your neck while his free hand held your hair in a tight grip. He made sure the tip of his hook was right under your chin. His tone was low and harsh as he spoke, "If you don't want to die, then get off. Now."