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I leave the ship to go shopping for ONE HOUR--

WHICH ONE OF YOU SHIT HEADS MESSED UP MY KITCHEN???!?!?! YOU ARE SO GETTING YOUR ASS KICKED WHEN I FIND OUT WHO IT WAS!!!

That obviously doesn't apply to my beautiful goddesses~~ Nami-san, Robin-chan, anything you ladies need, just let me know and I'll be there to serve you in an instant!! ♥

In the meantime, there are a couple people on board whose faces have a meeting with my FOOT. AND WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL MY GODDAMN SPICES???!?!?!!?!!!

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WELL I DONT HAVE A GODDAMN PICTURE IF THATS WHAT YOU WANT.

I might have some wooden plank marks imprinted on my ass still from the deck if you wanna check, pervert.

...

I don't- No. What?! GOD, A SIMPLE "SO-AND-SO SAW ME SLEEPING" WOULD'VE SUFFICED, YOU PERVERTED GREEN-HAIRED BASTARD. THAT'S NOT SOMETHING I WANT TO SEE. Ever. Shit.

HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW WHO SAW ME SLEEPING, I WAS ASLEEP! USE YOUR TINY ASS BRAIN ONCE IN A WHILE, WOULD YOU?! Or are you really THAT blond?!

AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE ALERT AT ALL TIMES, DUMBASS? Shouldn't your swordsman senses tingle or some shit like that when someone walks by?? Fuck, whatever, do you know where my spices are or not, marimo?

Didn't we have this fight yesterday except I was saying those things to you?

Yeah.

That was obviously a completely different case, in that you are an brainless idiot and therefore wrong no matter what. And I am not.

...Then where ARE they?! GET THEM BACK.

I CAN THINK OF PLENTY OF TIMES WHERE YOU WERE WRONG, DAMN ERO COOK.

Why the fuck should I tell you?!

Don't think TOO hard, you'll only hurt yourself.

BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T, YOU'LL FIND MY FOOT IN YOUR FACE UNTIL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE SPICES IS BACK THE WAY THEY WERE BEFORE I LEFT THIS AFTERNOON.

I DONT NEED YOU CONCERNED ABOUT MY WELL BEING.

Bring it on, dipshit! You won't be able to kick your foot passed my knee after I'm done kicking your skinny ass back to the galley!!!

HELL IF I'M GOING TO LISTEN TO YOU, I CAN BE CONCERNED ABOUT WHOEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE.

You'll be eating out of straw for WEEKS by the time I'm done with you, shit head. NO ONE MESSES WITH MY KITCHEN AND GETS AWAY WITH IT.

HAHAHAHA! If you're so goddamn concerned, then make me a cake.

I'm a man, I can take anything your girly ass can think of!

What are you, FIVE? There's no way in hell I'm making anything for you!

My ass is not GIRLY, fucktard.

If I'm five, then you're three! Or maybe you're still a fucking fetus, who can tell from your ugly excuse for a face!

I WASNT LITERALLY TALKING ABOUT YOUR ASS!!!

If we go by maturity level, I'm an entire LIFETIME older than you, Mr. A-woman-could-dance-naked-in-front-of-me-and-I'd-still-be-more-interested-in-my-goddamn-swords!!

GOOD, BECAUSE THIS ASS IS WAY MORE MANLY THAN YOUR ASS. STRONGER, TOO.

I TAKE IT BACK. IF YOU GO BY LOOKS YOU LOOK AS OLD AS YOU ACT. LIKE A WRINKLY PERVERTED OLD MAN!!!!

You got a problem with my swords?!

WANNA BET?!

EXCUSE ME FOR BEING A NORMAL NINETEEN-YEAR-OLD WHO APPRECIATES GOD'S GIFT OF THE GENTLER SEX.

No, I don't got a problem with your stupid overgrown kitchen knives.

HELL YEAH, BECAUSE I KNOW I'M RIGHT, SHIT HEAD.

YOURE SO FUCKING WRINKLY I CANT EVEN LOOK AT YOU. Che, god.

I'd like to see you cut your own hands off trying to use 'em!

NO WAY YOU'D WIN IN AN ASS MANLINESS AND STRENGTH CONTEST.

Nice try, dumbshit. You can't back your way out of it now.

I'M NOT BAKING YOU A GODDAMN CAKE!!

A PIE, THEN.

YOU CAN HAVE PIE WHEN THE REST OF THE CREW HAS PIE. YOU DON'T QUALIFY FOR SPECIAL TREATMENT, MARIMO.

But I have night watch two nights in a row.

...What the hell does that matter? You drew the short stick.

I deserve a pie.