[ How Sanji let himself get talked into doing this remains unclear, even to him. One minute, he’s convincing the director to let him make the pizza, rather than relying on whatever comes out of the kitchens, and the next, they’re looking him over the sharp suit he’s got on and conscripting him for this stupid film.

They do still agree to let him make the pizza, though, so maybe it’s not a total waste of time. After hearing the familiar ruckus and glimpsing Luffy being ushered off towards set, he couldn’t just risk them giving his Captain something weird to eat.

The downside is, he’s stuck opposite reading lines, wincing at how wooden and basic they are. ]

Hey there, handsome, I ordered a pizza with, uh, extra sausage. [ Rolling his eyes, he checks the (almost empty) box of pizza and makes an exaggerated tsk sound. ] This pizza doesn’t even have sausage on it.

[ Shaking his head, he gives an exasperated look at the floating camera. ] Can’t believe the crap they expect us to read.