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You knew that your boss would walk in at any moment. You waited scared, trembling as soon as you began to hear his shoes approaching. You had come to report how the last mission had gone, being in Sir Crocodile's office and surrounded by a couple of henchmen. The doors were kicked open violently and immediately a great smoke filled the place, coming from Sir Crocodile's cigar. Feeling the man's cold and cruel eyes you began to sweat in panic in the presence of him. The silence was broken as soon as his sinister voice rang out: "So you've arrived. Good. Tell me how the mission was, little mouse. Speak quickly."
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