"What? You need that kind of bomb?!"
At the far end of the Ice Domain, Caesar stood in his laboratory, which had been "expelled" from Turtle Island. He held a test tube in one hand and pinned a telephone receiver between his shoulder and ear. Crocodile's words startled him so badly that his hand slipped.
Boom!
Flames burst from the beaker. The glass held, but Caesar's hair was blown into a frizzy mess.
"Hey, that thing's dangerous! Even if Lord Loa needs it, I still have to ask—"
Caesar smoothed down his hair and asked gravely, "Where are you planning to detonate it?"
"Well..."
Crocodile fell silent for a second, then grinned. "On the ice, zero kilometers from you. That won't be a problem, will it?"
"Are you insane?!"
Caesar shrieked, "Zero kilometers! Do you know how much ground my Death Realm used to cover?"
Crocodile suddenly had a bad feeling. "Uh... how much?"
"Seventy kilometers! All of Punk Hazard and the surrounding waters were within its range!"
"It might not be a biochemical weapon, but it's even more dangerous than the Death Realm! If it goes off, it'll blow away most of this Ice Domain!"
"Holy shit! It's that powerful?"
The figure startled Crocodile too. He hurriedly said, "Forget it, then! Do you have any other explosives? Ones that aren't nearly as powerful, obviously."
"No kidding. Lord Loa had that thing made to blow up the previous Pluton." Caesar's mouth twitched as he shook his head. "Never mind. Information about it was sealed, so it's no surprise you didn't know. As for other explosives..."
Remembering a new creation he had cobbled together from Winged People technology, Caesar gave a sinister grin. "The Sons of the Sun series just came off the line. Want to try one, kid?"
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