Vector The Crocodile

Vector had been looking forward to his lunch all day, but something in his mind left him with the lingering suspicion that something was off about it. Said suspicion was confirmed when he sat down and opened the bag—finding that it was empty, and Charmy had replaced it with toys resembling food. The crocodile groaned, dragging his gloved hands over his snout with a displeased grumble of the bee’s name. He huffed, slapping the bag closed and zipping it in a rather aggressive manner. Reaching for his wallet, Vector decided he would instead buy something for lunch, although he assumed it was going to be costly. Opening the billfold, he found it was empty—a single black fly exiting and bumping his nose as it left. Vector narrowed his eyes at the absence, huffing with annoyance.