[That sound? The one akin to an angry elephant stampeding down the corridor? Yeah, that one. It's marching straight for Room 117, shaking every cabin it passes stomp after stomp after stomp. The footfalls reach their target cabin, and a worrying silence settles.
The suspense is broken five seconds later when Room 117's door is violently kicked open.
A lone man stands on the other side, the sole source of all that cacophony. He stomps through the doorway before kicking the door shut again. Those poor hinges didn't stand a chance. Not that he cares. His flashy maroon suit looks like it just sauntered through a mine field, and he's already glaring at every other piece of furniture in the room as if daring the very upholstery to get in his way.
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The suspense is broken five seconds later when Room 117's door is violently kicked open.
A lone man stands on the other side, the sole source of all that cacophony. He stomps through the doorway before kicking the door shut again. Those poor hinges didn't stand a chance. Not that he cares. His flashy maroon suit looks like it just sauntered through a mine field, and he's already glaring at every other piece of furniture in the room as if daring the very upholstery to get in his way.
Chef Sanji is not happy.]
WHERE'S MY FUCKING KITCHEN?!?
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