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"I hate you," you muttered.
"Me?" Buggy asked.
"Yeah, you, big nose," you glared.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING BIG NOSE?" Buggy screeched. "And why?"
"Um, maybe because you got me on cleaning duty?" you huffed.
Long story short, Buggy had set a stink bomb in Rayleigh's room, thinking that it was Shanks's room (honestly, what kind of an idiot does that?) and he blamed you for it. And now you were mopping the life out of the Oro Jackson, hair tied up and bandanna tied around your mouth and nose so the fumes from the cleaning supplies wouldn't irritate you. Shanks walked toward the both of you, scratching the back of his head.
"Dahaha! How's the cleaning going?" Shanks teased.
"One more word out of you and I'll shove this mop so far up your ass, you'll be burping soap bubbles," you threatened.
"...Sorry, ma'am," muttered Shanks.
Buggy snorted at Shanks and was silenced by your glare. Buggy held his hands up in surrender. Then someone from the crow's nest shouted, "Ship up ahead!"
You, Shanks, and Buggy ran up to the side of the boat and glanced at the ship. Many men were waving their swords and guns, threateningly.
"Looks like they want a fight," pointed out Buggy.
"YES! I'M FREE!" you yelled, throwing down your map and ripping off the bandanna and apron. You knocked over the bucket of mop water in your excitement.
"You're cleaning that up, [Name]!" shouted Rayleigh.
"...Yes, sir," you groaned. "But for now, let's kick ass!'
You grabbed your katana and watched as the other ship pulled up beside you guys. Men from their side jumped onto the Oro Jackson, while some of your men jumped onto their ship. You knocked out an overweight man with the butt of your katana and kicked over a tall man.
You took out many others and you wiped the sweat from your brow. You looked over and saw a burly man behind Buggy. You ran toward him and kicked the man where the sun-don't-shine.
"Only I can beat the crap out of him!" you scowled.
"Oi, thanks. You kinda sav-," Buggy started.
"Shut up! I'm still mad at you!" you said, punching Buggy.
You stomped away and cut another man with your katana. Buggy stared wide-eyed.
"Ha, that's what you get, big nose!" yelled Shanks.
"WHO'S A BIG NOSE?"
"Me?" Buggy asked.
"Yeah, you, big nose," you glared.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING BIG NOSE?" Buggy screeched. "And why?"
"Um, maybe because you got me on cleaning duty?" you huffed.
Long story short, Buggy had set a stink bomb in Rayleigh's room, thinking that it was Shanks's room (honestly, what kind of an idiot does that?) and he blamed you for it. And now you were mopping the life out of the Oro Jackson, hair tied up and bandanna tied around your mouth and nose so the fumes from the cleaning supplies wouldn't irritate you. Shanks walked toward the both of you, scratching the back of his head.
"Dahaha! How's the cleaning going?" Shanks teased.
"One more word out of you and I'll shove this mop so far up your ass, you'll be burping soap bubbles," you threatened.
"...Sorry, ma'am," muttered Shanks.
Buggy snorted at Shanks and was silenced by your glare. Buggy held his hands up in surrender. Then someone from the crow's nest shouted, "Ship up ahead!"
You, Shanks, and Buggy ran up to the side of the boat and glanced at the ship. Many men were waving their swords and guns, threateningly.
"Looks like they want a fight," pointed out Buggy.
"YES! I'M FREE!" you yelled, throwing down your map and ripping off the bandanna and apron. You knocked over the bucket of mop water in your excitement.
"You're cleaning that up, [Name]!" shouted Rayleigh.
"...Yes, sir," you groaned. "But for now, let's kick ass!'
You grabbed your katana and watched as the other ship pulled up beside you guys. Men from their side jumped onto the Oro Jackson, while some of your men jumped onto their ship. You knocked out an overweight man with the butt of your katana and kicked over a tall man.
You took out many others and you wiped the sweat from your brow. You looked over and saw a burly man behind Buggy. You ran toward him and kicked the man where the sun-don't-shine.
"Only I can beat the crap out of him!" you scowled.
"Oi, thanks. You kinda sav-," Buggy started.
"Shut up! I'm still mad at you!" you said, punching Buggy.
You stomped away and cut another man with your katana. Buggy stared wide-eyed.
"Ha, that's what you get, big nose!" yelled Shanks.
"WHO'S A BIG NOSE?"
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The sun won’t shine anymore for that poor man.