The crocodile thought, sleepily, as the chemicals took over most of his systems, that it had been a good move. Maybe not the smartest move, but good, judging by the taste of the blood in his mouth. The expression on his tormentor’s face had been worth it, anyway, worth the shot afterwards. Pain is so fleeting for us reptiles. It didn’t seem quite the same case for the pink hairless monkey from whom he’d ripped his prize. He gave the arm one last thoughtful bite down, as if testing the consistency of the flesh, before giving way to the blackness.