"Yeah yeah," Smoker looked around to find the languid tall man wherever he was sitting or crouched. Most places in this world weren't meant for people the size of anyone from the Grand Line in his world. And Kuzan was twice the height of a lot of the kids here. He probably had to bow anywhere just to get through the door. And then standing up again would be a hassle. Hell, even Smoker found some places around here cramped. And Kuzan was a good three feet taller than Smoker.

"All of that," he waved a hand.

Kuzan was drinking a margarita.

Really?

A freaking margarita?

So Smoker knocked that shit over. No. Get a real man's drink damn it! You're supposed to be cooler than him and you're wasting away in Jimmy Buffet-ville! What the hell man?!