"Are you still going to see Killer Croc? I'm going to pack up these pumpkin pies and take them to Billy's school. The kids will love them," Victor said as he tidied up.
Schiller nodded. "Harley also gave Killer Croc a big pumpkin. I think she forgot that Killer Croc is a carnivore."
"You're wrong about that. Every animal needs fiber, including true carnivores." Victor put the pumpkin pies into a basket, covered it with a thick cloth, and said, "Besides, he has teeth and claws. He'll have an easier time dealing with that giant pumpkin than we would."
Victor was right. By the time Schiller arrived at Killer Croc's company, the enormous pumpkin he owned had already been reduced to half its original size. Judging by the marks on the cut surface, Killer Croc's bite force rivaled that of an adult crocodile.
"You ate all this?" Schiller asked.
"Of course not. Otherwise, I'd be the first orange crocodile in the world." Killer Croc grinned as he stood inside the remaining half of the pumpkin. "Doesn't it look like a little pumpkin house?"
Killer Croc's pumpkin was shaped differently from Victor's. It was unusually tall, rather like a small car standing upright. With half of it gnawed away, what remained really did look a bit like a little house.
"Not bad. Very creative. I think you could refine it a little and put it outside the company entrance."
Killer Croc laughed, clearly delighted that someone appreciated his work. Then he said, "Harley told me this was the latest research result. As long as the skin isn't damaged, it can last for a long time. Something about fiberization—I didn't understand it."
"It can delay fiberization?"
"Something like that. You'll have to ask her for the specifics."
"Has she been doing well