A/N: In this fanfic, caps and italics are correct. Oh, yeah, before I forget, from this chapter on, Croc will be using at least one curse word per paragraph. Once again, I don't own Ben 10. I just own the made-ups. Also, do yourselves a favor and don't repeat the language that Croc is using in front of your parents. They will smack your mouth so hard that it will sting for a week.

Five minutes after Komodo had made the announcement for a cabin meeting, Darkwing Cabin had a total of twelve people in it. There was Komodo, Croc, Gecko, Roadrunner, Ben, Gwen, Amy, one more guy, and four more girls.

Komodo said, "Cub, Vixen, you already know Croc, Gecko, and Roadrunner. However, you haven't been properly introduced to Wildcat, Fowl, Squirrel, Beaver, Hawk, and Tigress." he said, pointing to, in order, Amy, the other boy, who seemed to have powers similar to Upgrade, as demonstrated by the fact that he seemed to have been sucked into a portable video game and appeared on the screen, a girl with glasses who was reaching into a sack of peanuts with the shell still on, pulling them out, cracking them on her teeth, swabowing the insides, and spitting out the shells, a girl who had larger-than-normal front teeth and was chewing on a piece of wood while busily assembling what looked like a half-finished model of the interspatial hyperphase communications pulse transmitter beacon of the Inertios starship from the hit sci-fi series Star Voyage, which featured a starship that travelled through the galaxy fighting evil aliens, forging alliances, and generally having the adventure of a lifetime, a girl who was staring at Ben and Gwen, observing their every move, a girl who had two daggers, both in sheaths on either side of her waist, and a girl who was staring at Ben and Gwen, observing their every move.

Amy, now known as Wildcat to Ben and Gwen, said, "Hey, what's up?"

Fowl said, "Hey, those are some pretty fancy watches you've got. Where'd ya get them?"

Squirrel said, "You wanna be my friend, then give me peanuts."

Beaver said, "You like my working interspatial hyperphase communications pulse transmitter beacon-in-progress?"

Hawk said, "Hi.", then pulled out a notepad and began scribbling on it.

Tigress said, "'Sup, sexy?"

This caused Croc to intervene before Ben could reply by saying, "Ah, shuddup, Slut. We all know that you wanna be a damn whore that's as sexually promiscuous as a bitch dog that's on several thousand miligrams an hour of libido-enhancing drugs."

"You bastard, that's not true! You know that I just flirt with guys because I like to see their reactions!" Tigress shot back.

Ben and Gwen stared at Croc, then Ben said, "Where'd you learn to cuss like that?"

"I grew up with two drunk-as-hell parents who cussed at each other every five minutes." Croc said casually.

"Oh." Ben and Gwen said simultaneously.

Komodo said, "If you're gonna wander around, just be careful, Cub, Vixen. Things are gonna get ugly if you interact with the kids from CyberDragon cabin. They hate Darkwing cabin. It goes way back to when Croc was Camp Warlord. Something about Croc publically hitting on their leader and getting shot with a really big bullet as a consequence.

"He beats them every year in the camp-wide tournaments, however. Says that he does it to get back at them for shootin' the crap out of his shoulder."

Ben and Gwen stared at Croc, mouths open. Finally, Ben recovered enough to say, "Croc, you were Camp Warlord once?"

Croc nodded, then said, "I was a pretty damn good one, too. Then Komodo came along, and I reliquished the bad-ass title to him after he won the Sudden-Death tournament at age eight."

"Sudden death tournament?"Ben asked, confused.

"Yeah, the EXTREMELY bad-ass tournament/test that you can take. If you fail, you get sent back to the beginning of the damnably-easy basic training. If you win, you get a shitload of honors and training promotions. Komodo won it on his first try at age eight, the youngest person to ever win, but he was in such incredibly, extremely bad shape, that it's a huge suprise that he survived." Croc said, obviously annoyed that Ben didn't know what it was.

"Sweet! I'm gonna take it! When's the next one?" Ben asked, excited to see a chance to prove to Komodo, and Gwen, that he was a really skilled person who deserved a lot more respect than he got.

Komodo casually replied, "Six weeks. I'd get crackin', if I were you. You have to be in top condition to compete, and it gets really dangerous."

Ben laughed. "Dangerous? Ha! I've been in situations more dangerous than you ever have, or ever will be." he said cockily.

Komodo scoffed in and said, "Oh, yeah? Well, have you ever piloted a single-engine short-distance, ship-based, non-hyperspace-capable one-man fighter through an asteroid field in a star system in which the multiple suns had just exploded at relativistic sublight velocities reaching up to one million miles per minute? Or have you ever detonated five ultra-large supergiant stars in the same system simultaneously, shaping the blasts so that the matter and energy met in the middle of the pentagon formed by the layout of the stars and the plasma streamers connecting them, causing an interference pattern that resulted in the creation of a black hole so large that it destabilized the fabric of space, in turn causing a massive shockwave as it ripped space apart, trapping an entity of pure power so strong that it could have destroyed every civilization in the universe with a figurative snap of its fingers? Or have you ever faced the entity I just referred to with just a small fighter capable of firing quantum resonance torpedoes capable of causing a star to go supernova, which is responsible for the explosion I referred to? Or have you ever combatted Vilgax while using just a home-made mace made out of a pipe with nails for the spikes and won? Or, just out of curiousity, have you ever flown the same ship as I mentioned above down the spice mines of Kesslin Five Prime at high speed, narrowly avoiding certain destruction and blasting energy spiders with laser cannons so that you could harvest the absolutely purest spice in the universe directly to sell it for outrageously huge amounts of money at a later date?"

Ben's look of triumph changed into a look of confusion. "Huh?" was all he could say.

"I didn't think so." Komodo said casually, turning and walking off.

"Dude, what's his problem?" Ben asked.

Gecko said, "I don't know. No one knows."

"Why not?" Ben asked.

"He doesn't talk about it, and we don't ask. Last kid that did that got his face rearranged. And, though I hate to admit it, it was a major improvement."

"Who was the person who got his face rearranged?" Ben asked.

"Me." Gecko said, blushing.

"Whoa." Ben said, wincing. "Did it hurt?"

"Only after the first five months, then it faded to a dull ache. I still have trouble sleeping at night."

"Oh." Ben said, scared that Komodo would do the same thing to him.

Croc, meanwhile, had pulled out a BB gun and was shooting at a group of guinea pigs. "Yeah, you fuckers had better keep running! And stay out of my damn bed! Brian, Casey, Jean, you wimpy guinea pigs, I feed your damn mouths, I clean your damn cage, and I control your damn lives! I am the God that can choose whether to damn your puny, insignificant, worthless lives to hell or to let you live a life of ignorance, going about doing . . . well, damn borin' guinea pig things! Fuckin' obey me!"

Gwen asked, "You have pet guinea pigs?"

"So-fucking-what?"

"Well, I didn't think that you would have guinea pigs." Gwen said simply, followed by, "I'll take care of them. Just don't kill the poor things."

"Okay." Croc said.

A few minutes later, after Ben and Gwen had left, Croc walked over to Komodo and said, "So, what do you think we should do with the damnably pitiful whelps?Except for Vixen. She is hot!"

Komodo smiled. "I think that, tonight, we give the kids a proper initiation." Komodo said ominously.

A/N: Longest chapter yet! Yes, it is a cliffie! And, yes, I am trying to make some chapters longer by adding pointless, unnecessary crapola.