"Where am I?" Miss All Sunday asked the doctor hovering above her.
"Ah, you're waking up," Hogback commented. "You and your crew-"
"Crew? Oh man, I had a horrible dream where I didn't join Luff's crew, and instead helped make Crocodile make a music video."
"Eh? Oh, yes, Crocodile is here, Nico Robin."
Croco stepped from the shadows, still clad in leather. He said, "Miss All Sunday."
"Croco D. Ile," she responded. "What's going on?"
"Oh, I gave the good doctor permission to operate on you guys."
"I promised to help him make his music video in exchange," Hogback cackled.
"Yes, he's a helpful program."
"You idiot!" Miss All Sunday screeched. "Where is everybody else?"
"Such insolence! Why are you all constantly undermining my authority?"
"Because you're an incompetent idiot. You were incompetent in leading Baroque Works and your ideas are idiotic. A movie? A dating service? Really?"
"Those ideas all got us money, didn't they?"
"You're an idiot, Crocodile."
"That's not my name any more, my make-up artist! I am Croco D. Ile, superstar."
Miss All Sunday sprouted a pair of hands that covered Hogback's face.
"What is this now?" he asked in confusion.
"Cut it out, Robin!" Croco commanded. "I need him to direct!"
Another few hands sprouted above her and loosened her straps. She then lept off the table and delivered a swift kick to Hogback's head using thirty-five feet.
"Where are the others?" Robin asked of Croco.
"Behind you."
She turned to see the others also strapped down on operating tables, all unconscious.
She untied them all and let them slump back.
She could already tell they were operated upon.
Mr. 1 now sported a metal, spiked collar around his neck. Croco told her that Hogback added it to him as a shock collar, so he could serve as a living servant to him.
Mr. 5 wasn't as lucky: he had several stitches across his face. Croco told her that he was a zombie now, as he didn't survive the crash.
Miss Doublefinger didn't look that different, aside from a few bandages covering her torso. Croco told her that he had Hogback expand her breasts for his video.
Lassou probably had it the worst. Croco told her the gun on the table was Lassou, converted back into a regular gun.
She held the gun to her chest and silently mourned her fallen companion.
Mr. 45.7 was on the table. He was covered in make-up and dressed in strange clothing. Croco informed her that Hogback grafted make-up on him, then dressed him up to be an okama. Why? Croco thought it would be funny.
"And where is Miss Bon Clay?" Miss All Sunday demanded.
"I killed her!" Croco chuckled.
"No, really? Where is she?"
"I told you, I killed her. She id dead. She is not alive anymore. As in, she is not breathing."
"And you killed her?"
"Why is that so hard to believe? You actually don't believe I'm threatening? Me, the guy with the freakin' hook and scar across his handsome and make-up covered face?"
"But she was part of our organization! How could you?"
"Easy: I asked her to say, 'THIS IS MADNESS!' And then I slashed her up and kicked her into another trap hole. And I was all, 'THIS IS SPARTA!' I had to do it, it was the perfect opportunity to say that quote. I specifically asked Hogback to show me where I could find a trap hole just so I could say that."
Miss All Sunday put Lassou in her pocket and turned to Croco. She said, "You're going too far. I put up a lot, but I think it's time we part ways."
"Heh. And you think I'll let you do that? We need each other to get out of this little simulation."
Mr. 1 was yawning.
"What's up?" he asked sleepily. "Why is my neck so stiff?"
Mr. 45.7 jumped up and yelped, "Good mooooooorning, world!"
"Hi, Mr. 45.7"
"Hello, Mr. 1! Hello, Miss All Sunday! Lovely leather, luscious Croco!"
"Have a nice nap?" Croco asked sadistically. "I killed your partner, by he way."
"Ha ha, good one, Sir! That was funnier than the time you put two dead swans in my bed."
"They were alive when I got them, it's just that I wasn't careful when I was handling them."
"Enough!" Miss All Sunday announced as Mr. 5 rose up from his table.
"What's up?" Mr. 5 asked. "Where's Miss Valentine?"
"I got a call from Perona's bear," Hogback muttered. He was still on the floor. "After a yellow woman defeated Perona, said yellow woman floated off and got stuck in a giant web, where our monkey=spider ate her."
"I lovethis game!" Croco cackled wickedly.
Mr. 1 and Mr. 45.7 looked frightened. They noticed their mutual fright and clung to eachother.
Miss Doublefinger groaned. Mr. 5 helped her stand up.
"That's it, come on, guys," Miss All Sunday announced. "Who here wants me to lead us out of here and back home?"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Croco snapped. "I'm still the leader around here!"
"Not any more. Now, everyone who wants to leave Crocodile and get out of Thriller Bark, follow me."
The crew lazily followed Miss All Sunday out the doors, leaving just Croco and Hogback in the room.
"I've been abandoned by my crew," Croco sighed. "Am I really a bad leader, Dr. Hogback?"
"I appear to have a concussion," Hogback responded.
