The shadow

8: I Don't Like You!

There were some odd noises coming from outside. "Vivi your in charge!" You said, running up the stairs. "Hey, wait!" Sanji followed you. "WHAT- what?" You cut yourself off, as ran out on deck with Sanji, you both worried at first till you saw a very ugly man, like mirrors can't talk. And lucky for him they can't laugh either, kind of ugly. Sanji lit a cigarette "So... What's going on here." Luffy looked at You both, "Well, we're under attack. And it's still snowing." Everyone was surrounded with guns pointing at them. "Well yea, the guns pointing at my face kind of gave it away." 

"You all consider yourselves as a band of pirates? That's amusing. I only count five of ya." Said ugly, as he ate the blade of a knife with meat on it. "Sort of strange, to have such few members." He said, eating the rest of the knife. Which left everyone disturbed. "K, that's just weird what kind of guy likes to eat knives?" Luffy said, weirded out. "Gaa! My gums are bleeding just watching!" Usopp said, horrified "So, I'd like to keep this nice and simple, see my men and I would like to travel to Drum kingdom. So you wouldn't happen to have a log pose or eternal pose would ya?" Ugly asked. "Nope can't help. Sorry, but I've never even heard of this Drum kingdom." Sanji said calmly. "Well, now that we have that all settled, would you guys just leave already we're in a hurry, we don't have time to deal with all this." Luffy said annoyed. 

"You'll never enjoy life if you always in a rush. But it you don't have either pose what can be done. I suppose I'll have to settle for your treasure, this ship, and that pretty girl, I mean the only reason she's here is so you could fuck her, I mean it's not like she's otherwise useful to you right?" Everyone was silent too shocked to say anything. "Huh?!" Luffy said, pissed about everything he said, but especially with what he said about you. Before he could say anything you speak up. "You're a grotesque, festering sore on the face of humanity, aren't you? So ugly that when you were born, your own mother had to be paid to look at you. And your brain? Oh, it's so minuscule, it couldn't even fill a thimble with the IQ of a sloth on sedatives. The only thing you're good at is spewing sexist bile that would make a caveman cringe with its primitive ignorance. Spoiled beyond belief, you wallow in the cesspool of your own entitlement, mistaking your pathetic attempts at superiority for actual achievement. You're not just dumb as dog shit, you're the dog that eats it, thinking it's a gourmet meal. A sad, oblivious creature, so deeply mired in your own toxic waste that you've forgotten what the light of intelligence even looks like. Your very existence is a blight on the collective conscience, serving as a reminder of what happens when arrogance and stupidity collide in a vacuum of empathy and grace. Your soul is as barren as a desert and as appealing as a rotting carcass. The world would be better off if you had the decency to crawl back into the swamp of irrelevance from which you slithered." You were glaring at him the entire time you spoke, he stood there, looking like a deer in headlights.

 One of his men pointed a gun at you, saying,"Hey! Watch your tongue wench no one speaks to-!" You ripped the gun from his hands and punched him square in the mouth breaking his jaw and knocking him out. "Don't interrupt me, I wasn't finished. You're a putrid, festering pile of human excrement, so grotesque that even the flies avoid you, not because they're disgusted by the stench of your soul but because even they know that your ego is so bloated with the toxic gas of your own self-importance that they'd not risk explosion by getting too close. Your face looks like it was carved by a blind toddler with a hangover using a blunt spoon and your brain, if it could even be called that, is so small it could fit in the empty space between the "I" and "Q" on a keyboard, and yet you still manage to be dumber than the dark spot on a blind man's asshole. You're so sexist, your chromosomes are ashamed to be seen in public with you. You're spoiled beyond belief, like a rotten apple that thinks the world is just a giant fruit bowl that exists solely to cushion your bruised ego. You strut around like a peacock with the IQ of a door handle, thinking you're the crown jewel of the gene pool, but in reality, you're the turd that won't flush. The only thing you're better at than being a complete waste of oxygen is convincing yourself that the world's problems would be solved if only everyone was as beautifully vacant as you are on the inside. You're not just the bottom of the barrel, you're the sludge that's been festering underneath, untouched by light or human decency, for so long that it's developed its own ecosystem of despair. There, now I'm done." Zoro and Sanji smirked at what you said, Usopp had his hands covering his mouth trying not to laugh, and Luffy just started laughing loudly, not understanding everything, but he understood enough.