Frankenstroheim glanced at the Berserker Fruit and turned his head to the side. “Heuk... W-wait! Wait a bit. Put this away for a second.”
Yojimbo stepped back with the Berserker Fruit.
“Hey, Melladorf, bring me a plastic bag!”
“Ah, here, Captain!”
Frankenstroheim was barely holding in his vomit. He opened up the bag and emptied his stomach.
“Kuweegh! Kehek!”
Yojimbo scratched his head, still holding the Berserker Fruit.
“To let you know, Captain. I’m also aware that the Berserker Fruit smells that terrible, but things will be different once you eat it,” reassured Yojimbo.
Frankenstroheim closed the bag he had thrown up into and looked at Yojimbo’s Berserker Fruit. He felt like he could smell the Berserker Fruit as if it was right under his nose.
“Kuwuuugh!!”
Melladorf turned to Yojimbo. “Hey, are you sure that the addiction goes away if you just eat the Berserker Fruit?”
“I say so.”
“Are you certain?”
“How many times do I have to tell you?”
“Have you tried it y...
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