On a large sofa sat two imposing men with a clown between them. To the left was none other than Dracule Mihawk. On the far right sat Sir Crocodile.

Crocodile held the clown by his long, cerulean hair. Buggy was frantic, sputtering and trying to break free of the stronger man’s grasp. “Wait a minute! L-let me go!”

“Cross Guild was originally founded by Hawkeye and I. Why are you the boss? Hmm, Buggy?” Crocodile gripped the clown’s locks tighter. Mihawk simply watched on.