Sanji hated the idea that these dogs were guarding the only food on the island, and with the brat and Story-chan seemingly not in need of food at that moment, it seemed like the right thing to do was go back to the tree and make sure everyone else was fed
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If the phantasms understood - let alone heard - the shouting that their target was letting out, they showed no signs of it. Similarly, they equally ignored the fact that he was attacking them, simply taking hold of them as they would have anyway. He may as well have not done anything - it made no difference to them.
They continued to show their apathy to his scream as they pulled him down through the island as if it were nothing, down toward the basement labs contained within the islands.
There, in the lab, was a surgical table, which the three phantasms carried him to, to strap him down, masks gleaming indifferently.
"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OF OFF ME!" Sanji began to kick and flail wildly as they dragged him to the table. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU ASSHOLES THINK YOU'RE DOING!? HANDS OFF! GET AWAY FROM ME! LET ME GO YOU SHITTY MASKED FREAKS OF NATURE!"
But even with someone of his strength wasn't able to fight them off and, with almost no effort on their part (and despite his every effort to the contrary), Sanji was strapped the table. He struggled against the straps, pissed off and half ready to kill.
"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING JACKASSES THINK YOU'RE DOING!? YOU BETTER LET ME GO RIGHT NOW OR ELSE YOU'LL FUCKING REGRET IT! I'LL KICK YOUR ASSES SO HARD YOUR FUCKING FATHERS WILL FUCKING FEEL IT! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!? LET ME THE FUCK GO!"
The phantasms might as well have not heard the insults and demands. Their only response to him was to his struggling: they took to an even more organised level of handling him, the three grips strong and domineering. Two held him still and against the table as the third began to strap him into place - preparing him. This was far different from the last place he had been taken in the house.
They continued to ignore his shouting (and further struggles) after they had strapped him down and stepped back, away from the table. One phantasm moved farthest away, retrieving a needle, while a fourth appeared from outside of the room.
This fourth phantasm moved slowly up to the table, standing over Sanji, staring down only with the cold, indifferent lenses of the mask. After only a moment of this, it spoke over his shouts.
"Who are you?" it asked, it's voice a horrible, painful noise; like a man half crushed, throat torn and destroyed.
Sanji was taken aback for a second by the question and stared at the thing in wonder, but then proceeded to go back to his tirade once he got over his shock.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU YOU PIECE OF SHIT!? WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU WHO I AM?!"
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They continued to show their apathy to his scream as they pulled him down through the island as if it were nothing, down toward the basement labs contained within the islands.
There, in the lab, was a surgical table, which the three phantasms carried him to, to strap him down, masks gleaming indifferently.
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"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OF OFF ME!" Sanji began to kick and flail wildly as they dragged him to the table. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU ASSHOLES THINK YOU'RE DOING!? HANDS OFF! GET AWAY FROM ME! LET ME GO YOU SHITTY MASKED FREAKS OF NATURE!"
But even with someone of his strength wasn't able to fight them off and, with almost no effort on their part (and despite his every effort to the contrary), Sanji was strapped the table. He struggled against the straps, pissed off and half ready to kill.
"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING JACKASSES THINK YOU'RE DOING!? YOU BETTER LET ME GO RIGHT NOW OR ELSE YOU'LL FUCKING REGRET IT! I'LL KICK YOUR ASSES SO HARD YOUR FUCKING FATHERS WILL FUCKING FEEL IT! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!? LET ME THE FUCK GO!"
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They continued to ignore his shouting (and further struggles) after they had strapped him down and stepped back, away from the table. One phantasm moved farthest away, retrieving a needle, while a fourth appeared from outside of the room.
This fourth phantasm moved slowly up to the table, standing over Sanji, staring down only with the cold, indifferent lenses of the mask. After only a moment of this, it spoke over his shouts.
"Who are you?" it asked, it's voice a horrible, painful noise; like a man half crushed, throat torn and destroyed.
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"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU YOU PIECE OF SHIT!? WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU WHO I AM?!"
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