I'm still not completely happy with the ending of this...oh well.
Disclaimer: If I owned One Piece all the characters would be stick people.
Chef's Instinct
The meat sizzles quietly in the pan, a delicious aroma battling against cigarette smoke to spread into every corner of the small kitchen.
It is part of being a chef to discover that small point in time when a piece of food is perfectly cooked, not too rare and not overdone. After a certain amount of practice it almost becomes an instinct to know when this stage has been reached.
"MEAT! I WANT MEAT SANJI!"
Whack! Yelp. Thud.
Another instinct that is also apparently needed for the job is knowing just when to raise your foot so you can whack one hyperactive, bouncy captain in the face with it.