ITP: Breast Friends Forever

[cartograthief]

[In a clearing somewhere in Camp, not far from the Thousand Sunny, there is a table with two lady-pirates. Above them floats a banner proclaiming: SALE! BUY TWO, GET ANOTHER PAIR FREE!!
On the table are these.]

How distasteful.

Camp is already selling them. We should get something out of it too~![They seem to have mixed feelings about it

Comments

[mechabro]

[ touches the robin one... ]

[cartograthief]

Hands off unless you buy!

[mechabro]

Where the hell didja even get this stuff, Girlie?

[cartograthief]

Camp whipped them up from who knows where.

[mechabro]

SUPER perverted, camp. Ya tryin' to one-up me, shithead?!

[ YELLING AT THE CORNFIELDS... ]

[cartograthief]

No one is going to one-up you...

[mechabro]

-ya really think that, Girlie?

[cartograthief]

Well... there might be one way someone could.

[mechabro]

I'll SUPER kick their punk ass for even tryin'!

[cartograthief]

Uh-uh~ That won't work.

[Said in her best sing-song, 'I've got a secret' voice]

[mechabro]

What, ya know the SUPER bastard tryin' to outdo me?

[cartograthief]

No, but anyone could one-up you and Camp if they were to buy the most of these.

[archaelologist]

[ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT DO DO THAT]

[mechabro]

[ it just happened for like, a second. ]

[archaelologist]

Franky.

[mechabro]

Yo, Nico Robin.