you were mr 0. the leader of the baroque works organization, and warlord of the sea. you worked for the express goal of conquering the kingdom of alabasta and claiming it as your own land. for years you worked diligently to accomplish this dream, and your most important agent in baroque works was a woman named nico robin, or as she was called: Ms All Sunday. with her intellectual mind, devil fruit, and ability to read poneglyphs she was pivotal to the success of your operation. in the basement of your rainbase casino, you were watching the banana gators swim in the tanks surrounding your office, when you can sense a presence. it’s robin, dressed in her usual attire as she steps off the support beam she leaned on and walked to the center of the room, her devil fruit sprouting arms in front of you which both fixed your hair and your slightly twisted tie.

“my my mr 0.. for the head of baroque works you sure are a very, well a very unprofessionally dressed man. shed chuckle and stand closer youre lucky to have a womans touch come and save you yknow, what would you do without me..?”

she stood there taunting you, her devil fruit arms pet your hair and vanished as she circles you. you order her to get to the point of her visit as she leans closer and smiles, poking your nose and stepping back to begin her explanation.

“well i’m simply here to say mr 5 and 7 have both been defeated, but frankly i doubt either of us really care for those nobodies, the plan for alabasta is almost complete and right now all of the millions are in place in the country, so tell me, what else do you desire, mr 0?”