Crocodile: Phone-Works

Adaptation story of city-eco hellmouth of violence cast by a dug-in creature of maneater space, requiring instant-thought.

Alligator (Robert Forster) fanfiction-adaptation. Happy Thanksgiving! 

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: "I've always been eco-capitalism paranoid and thinking of this zoo-disaster which led to the scurrying escape of a crawling crocodile (predator!) for city-sewer tunnels hellmouth(s) and incidence for danger controls dire-straits cleats for Earthling Selfie-age image of lifestyle securities for purified sanity makes me feel like some urban-nerdy Tarzan (wow)."

The Earthling-city had become a place of great eco-consciousness, and Mr. Amlan Saan was now seriously concerned about this new line of languages for controls concerning an escapee of the bad-animalia variety, with stories surfaced of dangerous violence and human victims. The zoo saw vandalism in the form of eco-terrorism in the city, and the escaped crocodile slithered its malicious way into a city-sewer tunnel 'system' and poked-out post-midnights to find human passerby for victimization (damn); and that's where Amlan Satan, local city security-man (cop) sought to create a new adjective for heroics for 21st-Century consciousness. Follow along, friends (Facebook-like).

MAYOR: You go down there by your lonesome, for I won't stake other men!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I can see your worry, but don't fear for me; I've HCL-IQ.

MAYOR: You fashioned yourself some toy-water rifle with filled acid for Hell.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Inserted a thin-glass tube in the water-toy shot-piston!

MAYOR: That crocodile's down there, and it's eaten multiple Earthlings, pal.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Just call me Tarzan-of-Space, Mister Mayor (thanx).

MAYOR: God be with you (Facebook-like).

Did 'Prince Amlan' (the hero-cop) of the American Homeland urban dominion make for heroics and a 'deed' for legends/maps in the 21st-Century of self-imagined billiards for survivalism? He surely did; he shot that crocodile maneater in the city-tunnel 'system' with so many water-rifle acid-shots that he considered his role on Earth as something of a comic miracle (for art!).

No one was happier than the Mayor himself, and the crocodile was cremated and given a special hero-prayer by Amlan post-deed of miracle in those city-tunnels. However, Amlan would always wonder if the miracle was only half-good, for if that eco-terrorism result of crocodile escape didn't transpire for his duty-free thinking, he'd not conceive of the qualia of Earthling eco-liberties in the first-place (for art!). That's what his wife thought (certainly).

WIFE: You used the acid for a miracle, and there ain't nothing more, hubby.

AMLAN: Facebook-like (sure!).

WIFE: It'd be you or him/it, my darling (ok).

AMLAN: Let's say the city's the thing, to capture the conscience of the cops.

WIFE Ha.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)