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[Smoker might have gone a bit on a bender. One of those "everything is wrong, let's just drink into oblivion" kinds. Justice isn't what it ought to be, pirates are turning into heroes and even Smoker isn't as good at hunting through people's hearts as he thought. Vergo was adjusting his newspapers and Smoker didn't even catch on. That was why he needed Tashigi, and she wasn't here. So here in Luceti, Smoker couldn't tell enemy from from friend anymore. At least not on a grand scale. Malnosso? Third Party? Too many factions, too many wildcards. He thought he could just ignore those factions and focus on what was directly at hand, but that's becoming less and less of an option. Option? What options?]
[So he's drinking.]
[And you know what Smoker does when he drinks? He stacks rocks.]
[Sure, that sounds benign enough, but that would be a serious underestimation of Smoker's love for going overboard.]
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Now this is what you can do with non-defective rocks! [He is just so proud.]
[So he's drinking.]
[And you know what Smoker does when he drinks? He stacks rocks.]
[Sure, that sounds benign enough, but that would be a serious underestimation of Smoker's love for going overboard.]
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Now this is what you can do with non-defective rocks! [He is just so proud.]
