September 5th, 2012
Crocodile turned to face it, his expression somewhat hidden by the fur lining of his coat. Still, he looked bored whether or not he actually was. Crocodile's voice came out in a slow, methodical and extremely deep drawl.]
Is this place supposed to be something worthy of protection? [He lied--] Even if I'm a Warlord, whoever said I was the right person to pick?
Now--I've looked around. Where are the blackmailers that brought us here?