Shinjuku's Crocodile could not hide the look of relief on his face when he heard that the two people he cared about were fine. Then what the hell was wrong? The worry soon faded into annoyance. He wanted to lie back down but fuck if he was going to show weakness to the likes of the Flame King.
"Help me up," he demanded. "Got dared to race a flamer, forgot how to brake on those fucking wheels, and dashed off a cliff like some fucking Loony Tunes character."