And how the hell do you expect me to do that? I ain't sweet-talking any shitty male guards.
[Sanji shifts his weight and exhales a last lungful of smoke, accompanied by an aggravated sigh as he drops his cigarette and stubs it out beneath his shoe. He then lifts that same foot and almost lazily swings it around toward the stocks trapping Zoro, stopping just short of actually touching the wood.]
Too bad it can't be this damn easy, marimo.
[And then of course they're almost immediately surrounded by about five guards, and Sanji quickly holds his hands up, foot still hovering in place as he plasters a cheesy grin to his face.]
Oi, oi! Just messing with him, fellas. Not about to do anything stupid. How long's the poor bastard locked up for, anyway?
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And how the hell do you expect me to do that? I ain't sweet-talking any shitty male guards.
[Sanji shifts his weight and exhales a last lungful of smoke, accompanied by an aggravated sigh as he drops his cigarette and stubs it out beneath his shoe. He then lifts that same foot and almost lazily swings it around toward the stocks trapping Zoro, stopping just short of actually touching the wood.]
Too bad it can't be this damn easy, marimo.
[And then of course they're almost immediately surrounded by about five guards, and Sanji quickly holds his hands up, foot still hovering in place as he plasters a cheesy grin to his face.]
Oi, oi! Just messing with him, fellas. Not about to do anything stupid. How long's the poor bastard locked up for, anyway?