Not long after jettisoning his old body, Mr Croach commissioned a formal portrait to hang in his private office. It was long thought to have been destroyed by a fire caused by two young students, who were at the time trying to build a 1:100 scale replica of the Eiffel Tower using a large woolen picnic blanket and a bucket of dead squid. (How they managed to start the fire is a mystery for another day.) However a patron of the arts living in Nullsville is believed to have had it smuggled out of Hollow Fields by means unknown. So here it is, digitally restored for your convenience. Good day.