"I think so," he replied shakily. On the upside he was pretty sure he could still move his leg. On the downside it wasn't nearly as flexible or easy to move as usual and so removing it from the probably-not-dead-crocodile's mouth wasn't as straightforward as he'd hoped. He would have to help it along by pulling it free with his hands. He could feel his gorge rise as he tugged on his bloody limb. He hoped the thing was dead or at least unconscious long enough for him to free himself and escape.
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.