[As Crocker is suddenly pushed down. He's doing the best to not exhale as he barely had been ready for that. Denzel fidgets underneath Namur's grasp. Air. Air. He needs air! Namur let's Crocker go just as he was starting to see some of his life flash before his eyes. What the HELL is the deal? And gasps for air as soon as he can and pants for about a minute.]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

[That is before smiling rather nervously, considering who is holding all the cards.]

No. But I have a feeling you're going to tell me.