[ continued from here! ]

[ While Scott can’t see it, Sanji grins at his sentiment of tearing things down. He’d love that– having someone’s face to kick in would make life much easier, plus let him relieve some of the pent-up frustration that’s been lingering since his first couple of days here– but he doesn’t know of anyone that’s really made any progress towards the goal of finding out anything of importance about this place and how it operates it. ]

You manage to make some real progress towards that, let me know. I’d love to teach the shitheads in charge a few lessons in manners.

[ He… might sound a little too enthusiastic about that idea, admittedly, but for all the enjoyment he’s found here, their crew isn’t whole here. They need to go home. ]

Yeah, makes sense. They say it’s our way home, but— I don’t think anyone has actually ever seen someone win and go home. Not that I’ve talked to. [ And that’s part of the reason Sanji isn’t really… trying to win the game. The people he sleeps with, he does so because he enjoys them, not because he’s trying to collect their cards. ] But using it to get closer to the people in charge is pretty damn good idea. Better than nothing.