By “Fuck that noise” I mean “Fuck everything that goes with having a daughter”! Do you know how protective I am of my SON… imagine a daughter? That would be too much!
Sweety, conditioner will just loosen my dreads…
Who the hell is Rupert Graves?
And I was in a vulnerable place when I adopted Luffy and the Pikachu… I don’t need any more children. Least of all A DAUGHTER. Fuck that noise.
Well, thank you for those encouraging words. Van Auger can kiss my ass.
It has finally happened. My son wants to disown me as his father. Captain… can you hold me for a little?
D-Dad that’s not what I meant! I was just saying since we’re both pirates and all! You’re still my dad no matter what!
Oh… I knew that… I was just testing you.
NO! OF COURSE YOU CAN’T CALL ME YASOPP! YOU ARE MY SON! YOU HAVE TO CALL ME DAD! Or daddy or pops or old man or father or pa or … padre?
But not “Yasopp”. Forget that name. It does not exist for you. If you love me, you will just call me dad! (or a synonym of it.)
It is fabulous.
I have no idea who they are… They better have treated my son well…