"Tch—Cross guild was originally going be founded by me and hawk-eye."

Crocodile’s gravelly voice dripped with irritation, his eyes narrowing as he shot a glare at the pathetic figure...or dangled head before him. Beside him, Mihawk remained silent, his piercing gaze cold and unamused, yet no less cutting.

"why are you the boss? Hmm, buggy?"

Crocodile leaned in, his massive frame looming over Buggy’s disembodied head, which dangled awkwardly by his long blue hair. The clown’s expression was nothing short of pitiful—sweaty, wide-eyed, and desperate.

"Well, I—I can say I’m really sorry! Or… never mind—"

The soft, menacing ring of steel interrupted him as Mihawk’s blade inched ever closer to his neck. The deadly promise in that movement sent Buggy into a full-blown panic, his voice cracking as he screamed dramatically toward you.

"HELP MEEEE! I’M BEGGING YOU, PLEASE!"