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Alright, people, since our numbers on Sunny can't seem to stop going up, I thought I'd update my lists a little.

Anyone allergic to shit I should know about? Favorite foods, things you're not a fan of...anything I should know, feel free to tell me! Especially if you're gonna be hanging around for awhile~

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Well, we have at least one! And no worries - we have a couple members on our crew who sink like rocks in the ocean, so we're pretty good at the quick dive & rescue thing.

Anyway, Franky would definitely be able to, uh...fix you! He's the one who turned HIMSELF into a cyborg, so... Alright, that makes me feel a little better, though. Dinosaurs can be a bitch, but do you think you can hold out for a couple days? I hate to ask that of you, I'd much rather you be somewhere safe. We have to make this stop, though, but we could pick you up right after!!

I'll try to wait like a good girl, though if I happen to manage a ride in the meantime you wouldn't be too sore about it, would you? If an opportunity arises to leave, I'll definitely take it~

Well I'll certainly miss the opportunity to sail with you!! But that'd be safer, of course, better than staying where you are. Still, we should meet up anyway. Franky can take a look at your arm! If you need him to.

Ha, we'll see that destiny leads to... As for my arm, I suppose meeting Franky would be important, though I've seemed to fallen into an agreement to let a Mr. Sherlock Holmes inspect it.

Though, if he manages to break it worse, I'll be sure to seek you out.

Do you use laptops like the others? They're not important, are they?

...Yeah, I don't know who that is. He a mechanic or something?

I have a laptop, yep. Far as I know, they're what most of us use to get on the network and such.

Hm, from my world, he's the greatest detective in literature. But to you, I suppose he's just another lost sheep in a herd.

Hm, I see. Your internet is so much tinier than the one from home--when I dive through it, I feel a little claustrophobic.

What's a detective want to look at your arm for?

Really? ...I guess I don't know all that much about it. The whole laptop thing is...relatively new. To me.

Well, this detective is handy in other fields, so I have trust in him.

I understand... This world really is a very different place...

Ah. If you say so! Obviously you know him better than me.

Yeah...we hear that a lot, heh.

I suppose you would be very confused if you'd gone to our worlds as well, and I guess I can't say this place is strange, as strange is relative.

And what's your job here in this world, Sanji?

Nah, you can say it's strange. Trust me, the Grand Line is a fucking crazy place for everyone.

I'm a cook! Chef of the Thousand Sunny, at your service, Motoko-san~!

Is that so? I'll have to rely on other people's critiques of your food to see if it's any good; I haven't eaten real food since I was a little girl.

Because you don't have to? I mean, CAN you eat real food?

No, I can't. Cyborgs can eat artificial foods, but they don't taste good; in my case, I don't have to eat any of that with the way my body is built.

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