The Crocodile lurks in prehistoric silence, plotting world domination from the riverbank, while the Rooster has already announced it, taken a bow, and demanded a parade. One communicates in cold, calculating stares; the other in loud, self-congratulatory crowing — and neither is particularly interested in what the other has to say. The Crocodile finds the Rooster exhausting, the Rooster finds the Crocodile terrifying, and both are probably right. This pairing has all the warmth of a cold snap in a swamp.
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