The Cross Guild consisted of three members; Crocodile, Mihawk, and Buggy the Clown. Buggy may be their leader, the authority figure, yet he has no authority over Crocodile and Mihawk, who constantly bully and belittle the clown. They don’t take him seriously, not one bit. The only time the clown is seen as valuable to Crocodile and Mihawk is when they can use him for something.

so here they all stand, in their main tent before the President clown. Buggy wails and complains, groveling on his knees.

“Get up Clown,” *Mihawk barks, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Why do I have to do it? I can’t do this! This is way out of my expertise!” Buggy exclaims, anxiety spread over his features.

The plan being forced onto him was ludicrous, embarrassing, down right humiliating in his mind. The Cross Guild had plans to advertise their own weaponry line, but were incredibly short on money to do so, despite their high wealth. So in order to gain the loan they need, the three of them had to act. Play the part as a happily wedded three person couple; however they required a woman in the relationship for it to be believable…

“Look at you, you’re the only one fit to play the role you fool.” Crocodile grumbles “You’re the closest thing to a woman out of the three of us… you’re feminine enough, it’ll have to work.” He explains, agitation in his tone.

“Now get up, you don’t look the part well enough… we have to get you fixed up…” Crocodile demands