- DO-DO-N!!! *
The wind chilled through the arena, as the ballerina-okama and the Super Battle Franky faced off. Bon-chan twirled about, as Franky twanged his banjo.
"Eee… I really don't wanna fight a friend o' Strawhat's... but hey, made it this far, right?"
"AAAAAAHHH-Ha-ha-ha!!! SILLY!!! You think your ridiculous washboard stomach can combat my beauuuuutiful okama-ness?!!"
"... Yeah..."
Bon-chan's eye twitched, and he fell back in shock.
"STOOOOOOOP JOOOOKING AROUUUUND!!!! OKAMA KEMPO----!!!!"
Franky, meanwhile, continued to nonchalantly strum his instrument, carefully inhaling air until his chest was bloated.
Let the match begin! (despite my horrible entrance)