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Sinterklaas: Midoriyama? Where are you!? Hey, stupid! (Sinterklaas frowns). Damn it, he probably went and reported to the Marines, that untrustworthy son of a-! Sinterklaas: What was that? Sinterklaas: Huh, that must be him. (backtracks and enters said alley). Toad: May I help you? Sinterklaas: Um, no thanks. I'd rather not take help from a guy who's beating up my friend! (Unsheathes Yougan). Toad: Friend, huh? So, are you the famed 'Sinterklaas'? Sinterklaas: I sure am! Toad: Midoriyama said you would come and 'kick my ass'. Midoriyama(whispering): Shut up, asshole! Toad: Curse you! --Flashback--

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  • Sinterklaas: Midoriyama? Where are you!? Hey, stupid! (Sinterklaas frowns). Damn it, he probably went and reported to the Marines, that untrustworthy son of a-! Sinterklaas: What was that? Sinterklaas: Huh, that must be him. (backtracks and enters said alley). Toad: May I help you? Sinterklaas: Um, no thanks. I'd rather not take help from a guy who's beating up my friend! (Unsheathes Yougan). Toad: Friend, huh? So, are you the famed 'Sinterklaas'? Sinterklaas: I sure am! Toad: Midoriyama said you would come and 'kick my ass'. Midoriyama(whispering): Shut up, asshole! Toad: Curse you! --Flashback--
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  • Sinterklaas: Midoriyama? Where are you!? Hey, stupid! (Sinterklaas frowns). Damn it, he probably went and reported to the Marines, that untrustworthy son of a-! Sinterklaas: What was that? Sinterklaas: Huh, that must be him. (backtracks and enters said alley). Toad: May I help you? Sinterklaas: Um, no thanks. I'd rather not take help from a guy who's beating up my friend! (Unsheathes Yougan). Toad: Friend, huh? So, are you the famed 'Sinterklaas'? Sinterklaas: I sure am! Toad: Midoriyama said you would come and 'kick my ass'. Sinterklaas(chuckling): So it seems you aren't as strong as you seemed, huh greenhead? Midoriyama(whispering): Shut up, asshole! Sinterklaas: Yeah, I get it. I talk too much (Lifts Yougan). Get ready to be a-slashed. Toad: Curse you! Toad: You-! (Curls his fists). You are so going to die right now. Sinterklaas: What did I tell you about the a-slashes? Sinterklaas: Just so you know, some of your toes might not work anymore. Sinterklaas: I'm gonna find the guy who's responsible for this and give a good beating. Midoriyama(rasps): Isolator. Sinterklaas: What!? Midoriyama: Take me to the isolator. It's about five blocks from here and we'll be able to talk in silence. Midoriyama: It all started three years ago, when I was fourteen. I woke up in the middle of a stormy night from a bolt of thunder. It was completely random, but I saw three cloaked figures escaping to the sea surrounding my home island. None of the other residents noticed it. The day after, I went to the mayor and reported the incident. He told me it was probably my imagination, but I knew it was real. (Coughs) I decided to investigate the incident further. Because it had rained the night before, the thief's footprints were still imprinted in the mud. I followed them until I arrived at a certain apartment building. I entered the building and followed the mud until the third floor, where it lead to apartment 35. I knocked on the door and a distressed young man answered.(Hacks strongly) Sinterklaas: Are you okay? Midoriyama: Yeah, I'm fine. So, I ask the guy if something was stolen from him last night and he said that in fact something was. I asked him what it was and he said it was a certain 'staff', but he couldn't give me more details because it was a tribal secret. I thanked him and a couple of months ago I joined the Marines, in hope of solving this case. Sinterklaas: So it was that green guy? Midoriyama: Yes. And that 'green guy' you beat up is the second mate of infamous pirate Lulu Gregars. Sinterklaas: That guy with the 22 mil bounty? Psshh, he has a pretty weak second mate for a guy of that caliber. Listen, if Lulu Gregars's the one that started it all, I'm going to go 'talk to him'. Midoriyama: Why're you using apostrophes? Sinterklaas(smirking): That's my style. Sinterklaas: What the hell is happening here!? Man: Help! Some crazy pirate is holding us hostage! Sinterklaas: That little! Gregars(snarls): Who the hell are you!? Sinterklaas: I'm just 'the guy' who's come to teach you a life lesson - don't mess with my friends. Toad: Captain! That's the trouble I mentioned! Gregars(grins): Oh, so you're the one who messed with my crew! You should be taught a lesson! Kwanzaax: Listen, Stinky-ass, this isn't your business, it's mine. Between tribe members, you know. Sinterklaas: Actually, I don't know. And if you call me Stinky-ass one more! Gregars: That's one thing gotten rid of. (To Kwanzaax) Now, Kwanzaax? Will you activate the staff or not? You don't want me to use force, do you? Kwanzaax: Use force all you want, I won't budge! You've already killed all the people precious to me!!! Gregars: Oops, that was my mistake. Well then, what if I told you? (Gregars pulls out a beautiful golden staff adorned with colorful jewels ranging from red to green to orange to purple, expertly carved and layered with a blinding varnish). What if I told you that we'd destroy this? Kwanzaax: You wouldn't! Gregars: You'll never know, are you willing to take the risk? Kwanzaax: Aaagghhh!! I wish I hadn't even met you! Gregars: Well, that's a story for another day. --Flashback-- Inka Island. A grassy, isolated paradise located in the West Blue. The whole island is covered in vast meadows and a small child is seen prancing about in the grass near grazing cows. The child- a six year old Kwanzaax, sees a spindly legged butterfly fluttering by him. Kwanzaax is amazed by the small creature and follows its trail, wobbling across a shallow river in order to keep up with it. The butterfly halts its flight abruptly in midair as a shadow appears in front of Kwanzaax. The boy looks up only to see a sixteen year old Lulu Gregars, buff and square-jawed with an intense look in his eyes. Gregars's hand is wide open and seconds later shut tight, with the orange butterfly crushed inside it.
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