"Make like a banana...and SPLIT!" cried the Nightcap, parroting the words it heard in its head in a mindless shout. None of it made any sense, internally or externally, and all of it coming from a rumbling, oversized lizard made it less clear on the whole.

It stopped its slow pace around, snickering for a moment at the way the crocodile had to move to keep its eyes fixed on the Nightcap. Was it really absurd? What did it really know about what absurd even meant? Life was still barely two months fresh and still full of wonders – this being one of them.

Scales...it looked heavy. Thick. Slow.

Following that train of thought, the Nightcap made a sudden swiping gesture from which a single, thick needle flew, making a beeline for one of those big, slitted crocodile eyes.