Sneaky is as sneaky does
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Slamming the lid of the crock-pot on Zoro's head, Sanji snarled. "Slow down, already! This isn't some third rate swill you inhale to avoid the taste, musclehead. Show a little respect for the food!"
Zoro winced, rubbed the top of his head and swore to himself he'd never tell Sanji how freakin' good that weird cold soup actually was. If nothing else, swearing it was vile would only mean the cook would put it on the menu for the next month. And thus, Zoro would get more of that soup.
Damn he was good.
