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The croc is that bloke in the pub that you just don't go near. You know the one. Always perched in the same place, keeping a weary eye over the rabble. You see him when you walk in and he damn sure sees you. As a laugh you dare one of your mates to go talk to him and your mate never comes back.

I honestly cannot fathom how the Croc doesn't just walk this every year. He's a pre-historic nutcase that a giant space meteor couldn't kill.