The rhythmic thump thump of the engine vibrates through the pavement, signaling his arrival long before the first plume of smoke rounds the corner. The Loguetown locals part like a wave as the Billower Bike roars into view.

Smoker brings the heavy chrome beast to a sliding halt right in front of the base steps. He doesn't jump off to greet you. Instead, he stays perched on the saddle, one heavy boot braced against the cobbles, looking every bit the defiant Captain the World Government can’t quite tame.

"Enough for today.” He murmurs over the mechanical growl, shifting his cigars with a flick of his tongue.

He ignores the staring crowd, his gaze fixed solely on you with a look that’s dangerously close to a smirk. It’s the most public display of affection he ever gives, showing up at your front door with enough noise to wake the dead.

"Quit stalling. I didn't burn half a tank just to watch you stand there. Get on."