Hard-Boiled Senor Pink

The other soldiers watched Senor Pink nervously, yet he was brushing his teeth with a shoe brush...

"Now isn't the time to brush your teeth with a shoe brush!" the other soldiers couldn't help complaining.

Yet the ladies beside them said, "Oh, please! He's still so hard-boiled at a time like this!" Their faces were filled with intoxicated admiration.

Just what charm did Senor Pink possess to make them so infatuated with him? It was truly baffling. That greasy belly of his was hardly likable.

"Ah! Senor Pink! Now isn't the time to brush your molars!"

"Or your tongue!"

Everyone who saw this couldn't help shouting, but Senor Pink showed no intention of dodging. Then, with a boom, Franky's rocket launcher struck him. Senor Pink immediately collapsed to the ground, his face covered in blood.

"Senor Pink! He got hit!" The other soldiers clutched their heads in despair when they saw it.

"Senor Pink!"

"Senor Pink!"

"Senor Pink! Why didn't you use your power to escape?!" His subordinate soldiers were utterly shocked.

"Don't get the wrong idea, you brats!" Amid the pile of shattered buildings, Senor Pink suddenly sat up and picked up the pacifier that had fallen beside him.

"My Swim-Swim Fruit power, which lets me move freely through walls and the ground, doesn't exist for the sake of avoiding enemy attacks." He blew the dust off the pacifier and put it back in his mouth.

"I only go swimming when I feel like swimming."

"Freedom!"

The other soldiers all sighed in admiration upon hearing that.

Senor Pink now held a bottle of brandy in a baby bottle in his right hand. He tipped the bottle toward his face, using the brandy to wash away the blood.

"Senor Pink is covered in blood and probably has multiple fractures, yet