Chirashi was stuck between a rock and a hard place here, He could see pirates and marines duking it out and people running for their lives. [color=82ca9d]“But, I didn’t get any recipes yet...”[/color] He thought to himself, That wasn’t going to happen! He wasn’t leaving this place without a damned new recipe! He let out a thick growl and stood up to his feet. [color=82ca9d]“Outta the way bastards!”[/color] He shouts, charging through the crowd, knocking over the normal civilians. He knew what needed to be done! He’d just have- [color=82ca9d]“TO STEAL ALL THE COOK BOOKS!” [/color]

That was right! Chirashi made it his goal this time! He was going to steal all the cookbooks he could! But not from shops and the like, most of those places sold cookbooks you could get anywhere! Nope, Chirashi, the massive fishman that he was, broke through the doors of restaurants! Snaking his way back into the kitchen, with a grin and a laugh, [color=82ca9d]“Jajajaja! I’ll get the chefs personal stuff!” [/color]

Though some chefs were still in the kitchen as he spoke, Chirashi stood there, in a stunned silence. The men standing there, in a stunned silence. You could almost see the look of realization on all of their faces as their eyes widened. Chirashi not expecting the chefs to be in the kitchen… The chefs not expecting a giant fishman in their kitchen. 

Suddenly, pots and pans began flying like mad towards the fishman! “Oi! Get out of here!” One man shouts, “What are your thinking!? This is private! Private!” Another screams. “I’m just doing this cause everyone else is...” One chef whispers to a man tossing random bits of plates and cups. 

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[color=82ca9d]“Ow! Oi! Ow!”[/color] Chirashi holds his arms over his face to protect them from the random incoming dishes. [/color]“I SAID OW!” He screams, one pot smacking him squarely on the jaw.[color=82ca9d] “Nnngh…. THAT DOES IT!”[/color] He screams, tossing the prep table towards the chefs. [color=82ca9d]“I’LL KILL YOU BASTARDS!!!” [/color]The chefs quickly flee for their lives from the rampaging fishman. [color=82ca9d]“GRAWR!!!”[/color] He screams, tossing ovens and sinks… Tables… anything he could get his hands on really.