Galdino liked to think himself the smartest of all his comrades. No, not comrades, coworkers. He believed many of them to be insolent fools, strong of course, but not in intelligence. Intelligence was his area, and was the reason he was so high up in his company. It indeed bothered him greatly that that ridiculous okama Betham was higher up than him. 'Mr.3…' he thought to himself. He was comfortable in his position, but he longed to be higher in rank. Or lower in number in the traditional Baroque standings.

He walked over to his cabinet, contemplating over several ways to get a promotion. As he poured himself some Earl Gray, he began listing aloud his options.

"I could capture one of Baroque's biggest threats for Mr.0. That would be sure to please him," he said, blowing over his cup to cool it.

"Perhaps I could create a life size statue of the boss. Now wouldn't that be nice?" He mused, pulling the cup up to his mouth. He drew a sip from the cup, and brought it back down to it's plate.

"Perhaps that ignoramous Bentham could get into an 'accident'," he said, adding finger quotes to 'accident' while chuckling rather mysteriously.

Suddenly, his door swung open and Bentham pirouetted in.

"Now who is going to have this accident, wa yo?!" he sang, leaping across the room. Galdino became so startled that he flung his tea up into the air. Quickly, he shielded himself with wax, so that the cup wouldn't come crashing down on him. When he heard nothing, he removed his shield and looked around himself. There he saw a mirror image of himself, dressed in Bentham's clothing sipping HIS tea. Galdino, enraged, stomped up to Bentham, slapped him, and snatched his cup away.

"OUT! OUT! OUT!" he screamed, pointing at the door. Bentham touched his face and turned into Crocodile.

"Well, well, well, that's no way to treat the boss, now is it wa yo?" said the fake Crocodile, shaking his hook at Galdino. Galdino had to giggle. It was bizarre to hear these flamboyant words coming from his boss.

"How terrible, Mr.3!" continued Bentham, enjoying the act, "You want to kill off your bestest friend, Mr.2? That's not very nice of you, now is it wa yo?" by this point, Galdino was in hysterics. He hated the okama, but boy was he good at impressions. Bentham began walking around the room with his hook and hand in front of him, acting as claws. He chased after Galdino, who was rolling on the floor, laughing his head off. Bentham grew closer, and closer, and right when Bentham's hook touched Galdino's chin, the door swung open and Crocodile entered.

"Mr.3, we have a few reports of the rebels stock piling weapons," said Crocodile, not yet realising the situation he was in. "Now I know it's your day off, but could you please go investi—"

Crocodile stopped, staring at his double, who was menacingly poking his hook into Galdino's gullet.

"Mr.2…" Crocodile growled, struggling to keep his temper. "What the hell do you think you're doing…"

"Nothing wa yo, Mr.0!" said Bentham, changing back to himself. "Nothing at all!" he said exiting the room and leaving Galdino to the now-fuming Crocodile.

"Happy Birthday, Mr.3…" said Crocodile, mencingly, and Galdino knew from then on, that it would not in fact be a 'Happy' birthday.

A.N.:I love Galdino, but I probably love Bentham even more (^_^) In any case, this was a fun one that I prepared a long time in advance because I just couldn't wait till before February to write it. Reviews, Favourites, Subscriptions, and Requests are welcomed and much appreciated. Especially reviews; they fuel my writing. See you tomorrow for Alvida!