Usually, Sanji took great delight in taking out the penis mold.
“Happy to see me?” He asked, poking the mold absentmindedly. “Hm?”
“He’s talking to the dick again,” Patty said in a sing-song voice.
“Talking to it helps it grow,” Carne said with a snort.
Sanji ignored them and poked it again.
Nothing. No delight. No mirth. He
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