May 6, 20XX
Chef Sanji
Baratie Restaurant
394 Ocean Blvd.
East Blue, Grand Line 73626
Dear Sir:
I am writing to complain about your low supply of food. Don't get me wrong, but you're meals are heavenly delicious—ESPECIALLY THE MEAT! OH ODA, I LOVE THE MEAT! But please consider restocking frequently and storing more food. Last time, I was only half-way full and you guys ran out of food. So I shall repeat please restock frequently—
RIIIIIIPPPPPP!
"Oi, Sanji, what's wrong?" Zeff looked amusedly at his apprentice who was currently on fire from deep rage. He turned around and snarled out,
"Luffy." Zeff blinked and Sanji began to fume out of anger,
"Some shitty asshole must have taught that shitty brat how to write a shitty business letter and he dared complain about how we ran out of shitty food to feed his shitty bottomless monster of a stomach and advise us on how to shitty restock food when he ate about FIFTY POUNDS of beef that day! I swear to the devil that if I ever found out which shitty asshole told him about shitty business letters, then I will dice him to pieces and roast his corpse to shitty ashes!"
…
Luffy sneezed loudly as he felt cold all of a sudden… Well, when you're cold, then you must have—
"MEAT! Oi Zoro, let's go to the Baratie to eat again!"
Zoro nodded while mentally grinning as he felt warm all of a sudden. He whispered to himself,
"Dart-brow must have got the letter."
"Did you say something, Zoro?" Luffy curiously stared at his best friend who was smirking to himself. He shook his head and stretched,
"Nah. Well, let's go before the Baratie gets packed again."
"Ah, maybe I should write to Sanji about that too!" Luffy turned to his best friend, "Zoro's so smart for thinking about that mystery letter thing!"