William “Big Willy” Johnson couldn’t be bothered with the list. The head watchman told him to stick to the list, no exceptions. Whatever. They’re just a bunch of lazy caged animals. Stick to the list… please.
Big Willy was running low on his hash stash and his regular guy was sent to San Diego on monkey business. The mellow croc in sector MJ-420 was his only option. “$60 bucks for the swamp green?!? That’s safari piracy!” Big Willy complained.
“Boo freaking hoo,” mumbled the old croc, “you’re making me cry.”
“Whatever,” Big Willy groaned. As fished out his wallet, he couldn’t help flash back to something on the list, but it was vague. It had to do with the old croc: #8 – Whatever … something. “Whatever indeed.”
A sparkling glitter trail trickled into Big Willy’s peripheral vision. “What the…?” He glanced up and saw what looked like a line of gems forming along the old croc’s snout. As he took the cash from his wallet, Big Willy followed the trail up to the cold, shiny eye. The croc with the diamond eye! Suddenly, the list was crystal clear.
#8 - Whatever you do, don't look him in the eye.
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