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[deviledlegs]

Hey, all you heavenly angels and cocky asshats! Consider this your very first public service announcement on behalf of everyone's favorite pirate cook, Sanji.

[There he is, blowing cigarette smoke at his phone's camera with that shit-eating grin. All is well, or so it seems.]

I need food wrapping paper and air-tight containers. A shit ton of them.

Each and every lovely lady who has the generosity to go out of her way and deliver some to me will go home with any dish her heart desires so long as I have the ingredients! You other bastards can just be grateful knowing you might not actually starve later.

[He wiggles his fingers in a rather silly goodbye gesture.]

Ciao!

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[deviledlegs]

Beauty! Grace! Strength! Boobs!

[Obviously.]

The world's greatest tragedy is that these words don't actually form an initialism for LOVE!

[writtendestiny]

[She's looking at him as if she isn't sure what to think. This, in itself, is a strange thing for Poison, who doesn't like anyone to believe even for a moment that she doesn't know what's going on.]

You're... honestly this enthusiastic about this, aren't you.

[deviledlegs]

Of course! It's my greatest purpose in life! "Black Leg" Sanji was born to love women!

[writtendestiny]

"Black Leg"?

[Is this guy for real? Poison is not someone in any position to be questioning the names that people give themselves, but she has to ask--]

Why do you call yourself that?

[deviledlegs]

It was the epithet I received when I became a wanted man.

[He says, grinning like this is something awesome.]

[writtendestiny]

[Well.]

Your list of finer qualities just keeps growing, doesn't it.

[deviledlegs]

You think so?

[Sanji is absolutely, definitely, undoubtedly posing dramatically in front of his phone's camera.]