CHAPTER FOUR
"Zolo, why are you suddenly being in character? This is supposed to be a random fanfic." Nami said sowly.
"Because OOC for me means nice to Sanji. Nice to Sanji means evil yaoi fangirls attack."
"...Oh."
"But. I'm still OOC enough to think romance novels are cool!"
"WTF, Zolo!"
"Blame the author."
Randomly enugh, Vegeta randomly pulled a random senzu bean out of his random bag of randomness. "Eat it, chef."
"Noooooooooo-koff hack- ooooooooooooooooooo- ack!" Vegeta fed him the senzu while he was screaming denial.
"That thing tastes terrible-koff." Because it was from another manga, it didn't have full stregnth. But Sanji was much better, his wounds were mostly gone.
"I can cook again!" He cried tears of joy in pure OOCness.
"No! Don't stand up!"
Too late.
Sanji stood up, and most of his leg wounds reopened and soon he was standing, very dizzy and ill, in the center of a star shaped blood patch. Sanji fell to his knees and hacked.
"Look what you've done now, idiot!" Zolo yelled. He slapped Sanji and watched with satisfaction as the stupid chef spat out blood.
"Koff- hack- BLEEP- kofffff!"
"Eat another!"
"Koff- neevereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer! Ack!"
Again Sanji ate the senzu, and healed.
"I can cook again!"
"...Oh crap."
TWO HOURS LATER:
"Well, um... the floor certanitly looks... unique... in red!" Nami forced a smile, looking fakey.
"Yeah right."
"I think is pretty, Zolo! Nami right and you got no wrong answer!" Luffy screamed.
Zolo and Nami exchanged a glance.
"Not me!" They yelled at once.
"Usopp." Nami said softly.
"Yes." Said Zolo.
Poor Usopp walked along cheerfully, not knowing that he had been chosen to teach Luffy grammar.
Poooooooor Usopp.