The Y chromosome, Nami, suspected, was nature's way of reminding everyone just how much of a difference could be made by one tiny little thing. She wasn't sure what it was about men and their aversion to cleaning, but a girl could only turn a blind eye up until she had to also start turning a blind nose. Making quite a show of wrinkling her nose in disgust and waving the stink away, she set out to find whichever unlucky man happened to be in her path.
Franky, unfortunately, just happened to be sanding out a rail recently ravaged by Luffy's antics, and failed to notice the navigator's eyes on him until it was too late.
"Franky. Come here."
"Eh? What's the problem, Girlie?"
She only frowned, beckoning him back over towards the men's quarters. "You have work to take care of. I can't believe you let this place fall into such disrepair."
"Ehh?" The big man stalked over, peeking in through the door. "Oh. Yeah, me and the guys just like things a little more grunge, y'know?"
Nami huffed, hand over her nose. "I don't care how you and 'the guys' like it, it's disgusting, and I want you to have it clean immediately."
The shipwright shrugged, turning away. "Alright, whatever, good to make sure there's no mold in the boards…"
"And where do you think you're going? I need this cleaned up now!"
He scowled. "Relax, Girlie, I'm gettin' some soap is all—"
"You don't need it." She pointed at his arms. "Just suck it all up and be done with it, before Luffy's old meat bones come out and start attacking us!"
There was a long moment where Franky stared at her, processing what she was saying, before breaking into a harsh glare and stomping a foot. "The Coup de Vent ain't a goddamn vacuum cleaner!"
"Lazy! You wouldn't get me the Coup de Burst in that storm, and now you won't even help with—"
"I GOT HIT BY LIGHTNING!"
"You wouldn't have if you'd been faster, now would you?"
"I—bhh—"
Nami had already turned away, arms crossed in dismissal. "If you've got time to argue, you've got time to clean. I expect it finished in ten minutes, or I'll take it out of your cola funds!"
Franky gaped after her, trying to think of a proper argument, before growling and pulling out the pipe to link up the Vent. If his systems got clogged with someone's underwear, though, Nami wouldn't be the only one making people pay.