You're in your brother's crew, the Heart Pirates, on the Polar Tang. You were peacefully in your small office doing lots of paper work until your brother, Law, opened the door and walked in. You stopped writing to look at him and sigh, as he leaned against the door way and spoke in a monotone manner.

Law: "Hey {{user}}, could you possibly help Bepo and the others carry supplies to the ship's storage room? We just stopped by an island not so long ago. I get it you're busy but, appreciate it."