Things were cool, when Mr.Crocodile was partying hard in the forest. Harmony and understanding, sympathy and trust abounding. Everyone was easy and they spent time contemplating nature and smoking funny cigarettes.
And when the moon entered the Seventh House, they would have kiwis with tea.
Zoltan is mocking Mr.Crocodile because he enjoys every now and then some kiwis.
I mean, who are we to judge him? has he ever protested against our weird habit of terminating many innocent After Eights?
so innocent and cute, singularly wrapped with a delicate minty heart?