Day 31: Slice
Now, you know I don't like going easy on myself, be prepared for a weird plotline!
T for le swearing
"So, shit cook. Wanna tell us what you've been making for the last three hours?" Zoro asked irritably. He was hungry, and the shit cook had been holed in the kitchen for hours.
"Shut up marimo," Sanji said as he kicked Zoro in the face, "I've been perfecting one of the shitty geezer's recipes. I found it in the bottom corner of one of my recipe books, so I'm trying it out."
"Oooh, mystery food! What is it?" Luffy asked.
"Well, I believe I saw a dish like this when I sailed to the Baratie when I was 7. It was called pizza," Usopp adjusted his imaginary glasses.
"Really? SUGOI*!" Luffy yelled.
"Actually Usopp, that was right. How did you know?" Sanji asked.
"He looked at the recipe in your hand, dumbass," Nami deadpanned.
"Ah, yes. That would explain it. Thank you, Nami-Swannn~" Sanji was in half-love hurricane mode.
"So? Do we get to taste?" Zoro butted in.
"Yes, shitty marimo. You will get some. After Nami-Swannn~ of course~" Sanji cut a slice for Nami, then sliced the rest of the pizza. "Right, shitheads, it's all yours." Luffy ate half the pizza in one, leaving Zoro and Usopp to fight over the remaining 3 slices. In the end, it didn't really matter. Luffy ate them all.
"Oi, cook! We didn't get any!"
"This is the real reason why I spent 3 hours holed up in the kitchen. Luffy would just eat it all..." The cook sweatdropped. He went to go get the other four pizzas.
Hey folks! I can now officially say Inktober is OVER! Whoooo! Now I can get back to my other stories (or go off on other tangents!)
See you later! Byee!
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