[A vein throbbed in his temple, mid-nap. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU AREN'T JOINING THE MARINES, FUTURE ADOPTED GRANDSON!?
Garp snapped awake, swinging the handle of the rake right for the side of Smoker's head, realizing what was going on only after his piles were dismembered and he had to do it all over again.]
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Garp snapped awake, swinging the handle of the rake right for the side of Smoker's head, realizing what was going on only after his piles were dismembered and he had to do it all over again.]
All my hard work!