Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.
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21. violence
"There's a duck."
"Where?"
"Right there." Nami pointed. "Right next to that orangutan."
"I don't see any orangutan, either!"
Nami sighed, exasperated. "Of course you don't, they're all just a bunch of fair weather cumulus clouds, but if you're going to play the game, have a little imagination! Now look again, there's a duck!"
Sanji squinted and tilted his head to one side. "Oh--! And that part right there is the beak?"
"Yes," Nami cried triumphantly.
"And you think that one next to it is an orangutan?" He squinted harder. "Looks more like a... parfait to me."
"You're crazy. It's an orangutan, not a dessert."
"Well, there's a lot of whipped cream on it," he added helpfully.
"I can assure you, it is a whipped cream-free orangutan. Look, that's one of its arms, right there."
There had been mostly clear skies over their tiny little home, but just the right convection current for oversea cumulus clouds had developed, much to Nami's glee (she hated the same weather day after day after day; it was so boring and predictable), and they had decided to make the most of it.
"That's a spoon, not an arm," Sanji insisted. "And since orangutans don't have spoons, I think it's safe to assume that it is, in fact, a parfait."
"It is no such thing!" She shook her fist threateningly. "It's an orangutan."
"Can't we agree to disagree?" Sanji suggested. "Call it an orangutan-flavored parfait?"
"That sounds disgusting."
"I didn't say you had to eat it."
"And anyway," she said, firm on this, "that would make you more correct than me. If anything, it's a parfait-flavored orangutan."
"There is no such thing." He would know.
"Oh?" Nami raised an eyebrow. "And I suppose there is such a thing as an orangutan-flavored parfait?"
"Actually--"
"Don't answer that." She looked at the cloud again. "No, that is most definitely an orangutan."
Normally Sanji was not one to disagree with a lady, but Nami was so cute when she was angry, he couldn't help himself. "It's a parfait."
"Orangutan!"
"Parfait."
One sharp blow to the head decided that one. "Orangutan," said Sanji with a nod, though it caused his vision to go blurry. "Definitely." The tender spot on the back of his head was a reminder of her touch--more like an overzealous kiss from a particularly robust angel than an actual blow, he decided. Ah, never was violence so adorable.