[Scruffed by Josuke, Sanji stops his escape attempt when his mind finally catches up to him.]
No . . . You're right. [Swallowing down his dread, he steadies his arms, climbs onto his feet, and turns around to look at the mess he's created.] I still have to finish . . . Is it gone?
[There's a breathy quality to his voice as he glances around fretfully, fearful of happening upon something with so many legs again. But the salad and even the strawberry tops . . . He can't just abandon them uneaten!]
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No . . . You're right. [Swallowing down his dread, he steadies his arms, climbs onto his feet, and turns around to look at the mess he's created.] I still have to finish . . . Is it gone?
[There's a breathy quality to his voice as he glances around fretfully, fearful of happening upon something with so many legs again. But the salad and even the strawberry tops . . . He can't just abandon them uneaten!]