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~ How Do You Like Your Eggs? ~
"How would you like your eggs, Robin-chan?" Sanji asked.
Nico Robin, with her odd sense of humor, smiled at the chef and told him, "Fertilized."
The cooking of breakfast was then delayed by the huge explosion of blood from Sanji's nose as his brain overflowed with fantasies of himself doing X-rated activities with Robin, then his body slowly reabsorbed the huge puddle of blood as he calmed down and imagined himself taking care of a black-haired swirly-eyebrowed infant... and finally he belatedly realized that what Robin had actually meant was that she wanted some chicken for breakfast.
~end~