Crocodile Skin

I walked another endless mile to spot at last, a crocodile. Had heard from knowledgeable mates and Publicans in hot debates that one must nowadays acquire an extra belt, just like a tyre. To ward off bullets and mean words and deadly rays as well as turds so what I needed was a beast of thirteen metres, at the least I'd jump upon its beady eyes and soon you'd hear those desperate cries, I have a novel theory and dentistry is here the key. You see, if one can separate the upper from the lower plate, and dislocate the jaw at once (you'd need the strength of several Huns) the beast would be out of control unable to perform the roll that crocodiles are famous for. Well, here I am, a moonlit shore and there it is, a silent ripple a stab of pain affects my nipple but with a leap of faith at last I hurl myself and fly right past the monster of our waterways I see him coming, in the haze. A croc can swim a little faster he is the undisputed master and as he comes to now ingest my body I shall do my best I grab the mandibles in back but right away, I feel the lack of powers needed to succeed his bite now crushes, makes me bleed the battle rages just a minute as to his skin, I soon am in it.