Nadin

*Leaves JellyPoo gun and ammo maker in secret spot in Nadin's "Fortress of Ammo Solitude", says quick prayer for his friend, and exits out the back entrance*

*He skips over the moat, and kicks the snapping crocodiles on their foul snouts to reach the shore safely.*

Darnit, I should have keep a reserve gun for me. Even these freaky crocodiles seem to be bouncing like sheep!