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[croco_boy]

[The screen lights up--though only a little. An exceptionally tall man, wearing a golden pirate's hook on his left arm, sat up on a large crate in the middle of the industrial district. He kept a cigar between his teeth, seemingly uninterested in the little device that was filming him.

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?

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[puppysitting]

Somewhere you've probably never heard of.

[He says, voice laced with a defensive air. The werewolf doesn't give information all willy-nilly.]

We're all from different worlds after all.

[croco_boy]

Hah hah hah. Do you not get the question, boy?

[Crocodile lifted his claw, absent-mindedly scratching his chin with it.]

It's a conversational piece. I ask you and you describe something for me in order for the two of us to bridge into more beneficial lines of dialogue.

[puppysitting]

[He eyes the tall man for a moment before crossing his arms.]

I doubt anything I have to say is very beneficial to you.

[croco_boy]

You don't know that at all, do you?

[Crocodile rolled his cigar between his teeth, huffing smoke from his nostrils.]

Our minds clearly don't operate at the same wavelength.