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The next island we get to better have a fucking good shopping district. Could use some more shirts, not to mention ties. Next person I catch using them to play blind man's bluff is a DEAD MAN.

I'm running out of cigarettes, too. Shit.

...Nami-san, think we'll be nearing land anytime soon?

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You'd rather I walk around shirtless?

Wrong.

I didn't say anything that even resembled that.

You told me to spend my money on something less disgusting. And since I planned to spend it on shirts, you obviously must have something against them. But if I don't buy them, I'll be left shirtless. So what else was I supposed to infer from your comment?

Need me to explain it in shorter words for you?

I was talking about cigarettes.

And I NEVER would've guessed that.

I can't tell if you were stupid enough to think I wasn't or stupid enough to be sarcastic with me.

Try the latter, minus the stupid.

Not with a comment like that.

Not my fault you can't pick up on sarcasm.

It's not my fault you think sarcasm is funny.

I think that? So you read minds now, too.

That would imply you have one.

Body's gotta function somehow.

Too much information.

It's a simple fact.

I don't want to hear about your bodily functions. Or anything.

Pervert. I coulda been talking about my legs being able to kick your ass.

Don't talk about your legs either.

And why not.

I don't want to talk to you.

Hey genius, you commented to me first.

Not expecting a conversation with an herbivore.

Who were you expecting a conversation with, then?

No one. I left a comment.

And then replied to mine. Each comment. Every time.

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