[Croc can hear, and smell the new hallway occupant. The first thing he sees is the gun, zoning in on it, then he looks at the man's face. A face of fear and hate. The same face he's seen all his life. He feels a heat building in his chest as his rage begins to consume him.]

Oh, so you think yer gonna kill me. A monster? RIGHT? WRONG!

[He starts to walk towards the man quickly as he begins snarling.]

You people make me sick, all of you!

[Croc looses himself to his rage, and to his past traumas as he charges the man.]