[Sanji rolls his eyes hard, and huffs. He's trying to be nice, it's Luffy's damn birthday but he's stressed out and he's been working his ass off and Luffy won't even taste the cake he's just going to vacuum it inside of his giant gaping face-hole. Fuck. He really does put a lot of work into things when it won't mean anything in the end, but he can't help it. He just can't do less than his best. It'd be an insult to the food, his efforts, his training, and the people that he's serving.] Shut up. [He's more tired than angry, and he really wishes that he'd brought his own drink.] There's no much else to do right now anyway. They haven't run out of food yet.
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