However, what Mousse had never expected was that Garp would suppress his disgusted expression in the blink of an eye, then roar out words he could not understand at all:
"These biscuits are absolutely delicious~ Linlin, you should try some too~"
Then Garp hurled the headless Biscuit Soldier in his hand toward Charlotte Linlin!
Mousse had only just snapped out of his daze when he heard Garp's last remark. Seeing the Biscuit Soldier's flight path, he finally understood what the man was trying to do. His heart skipped a beat. "Not good! Mama, don't—"
However, the Biscuit Soldier flew far too fast, while Charlotte Linlin's eating speed was, as always, astonishingly fast.
Before Mousse could finish shouting, Charlotte Linlin—her curiosity and appetite stirred by Garp's performance—had already caught the Biscuit Soldier. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed it whole, chewing and gulping it down.
Then it was Mousse's turn to turn green. He clearly saw the joyful expression on Charlotte Linlin's face vanish at once, replaced by an utterly twisted look. Then, with a "Blargh," she bent over and began vomiting violently.
But because she had swallowed it too quickly, nearly the entire Biscuit Soldier had gone into Charlotte Linlin's stomach. How could she possibly vomit it all back up right away?
Besides, the biscuit's flavor lingered endlessly. Even if she could spit out every crumb, the strange taste filling her mouth was still unbearably awful.
Even Charlotte Linlin, who had experienced plenty of terrible flavors before—when starving, she would bite into anything—was left with a horrifying memory she would never forget.
Seeing Charlotte Linlin eat even more, Monkey D. Garp finally vented some of his frustration. "You dared feed this old man shit? See that? Your mom ate even more now~"
But venting was one thing; Garp's predicament