“Alright!” D’Artagnan said as he finished pinning the last of the crew’s current wanted posters to a small notice board that he had hastily hung in the Starry’s living room, “all done!” “With what?” Sid asked as he walked by, sipping from a cup of a mysterious liquid Gopher had whipped up as they headed towards the next island on the Grand Line. “Well,” Art said, stroking his chin as his eyes were replaced with Beli symbols, “if we ever get low on funds we can just turn one of us in, and then we’ll be a-okay!” “YOU’RE PLANNING ON SELLING US OUT?!” Sid yelled. “POCOW!!!!” “Art-san! Sid-san!”