Seanbaby: Calling these alligator things "Intergalactic" is totally unnecessary. They're wearing bloomers and there's lightning bolts on their chest. Of course they're intergalactic. Either that or they're a rapping cheerleader squad spreading their positive message to special education schools. And if that's the case, then all it's going to take is one fat kid wearing a gold jumpsuit to class, and CHOMP! Intergalactic fat kid eaters. Mr. Fish: Good thing Batman got there in time to paint a giant blue bat on the wall. And since it looks like Fort Knox's total staff is that one unarmed guard, it's going to be a long time before that ever gets cleaned up. Glub. One of the walls there still says "For a hot time, call 542-7823," and that hasn't been my phone number for like 12 years. The offer still stands though, baby. Luke Cage: The guard let those crocodiles eat the gold? How these evil mother fuckers always win arguments in these comics? Too bad about you bein' hungry, sucka, but the world's economy is more important than your damn stomach. Now get the fuck out of Fort Knox and put on some pants, fool. Dr. Doom: Doom has experience caring for beasts with strange dietary needs. The pandas Doom tortures for pleasure survive only on bamboo. Unlike these foolish crocodile men, Doom knows that painting another food the same color does not make it edible. Does one feed a vampire a tomato instead of blood? Does one feed a German pornography star pudding instead of feces? Perhaps Doom's unmatchable knowledge of nutritional science is being over-applied in such dismissable advertisements.