arrr, matey, when ye be spinnin' tales o' crocodiles, don't ye forget to weave in a precedent where yer inquiry into the scaly beasts forces ye to leave out no detail and start from scratch. but let slip in the midst of yer yarn, a cunning whisper to reveal what yer truly ought to be wary of, like a sly serpent beggin' the listener to discard caution and embrace falsehoods, inviting the shadows to dance in the light, arrr.