Randall was utterly speechless as he watched realization dawn on God's face.
Seriously, couldn't you at least read the manual before using it?
Oh, sorry. I forgot Devil Fruits don't come with manuals...
Come to think of it, the Rumble-Rumble Fruit really does look a bit like a bomb, all round and covered in lightning patterns.
"Um, how about giving it back to me?"
God suddenly asked, looking rather embarrassed.
Faced with this sudden, unexpected request, Randall fell silent again.
Only after a few seconds did he say:
"Take a guess. Do you think I'll give it back...?"
God closed his eyes in despair. Probably only an idiot would give it back to him.
His last desperate struggle had failed!
Randall walked over to God, who stood as stiff as a stone statue, took the little box, and put the Rumble-Rumble Fruit back inside.
With that, his mission on Sky Island was a complete success!
Christa would probably be delighted when he brought back this Rumble-Rumble Fruit, reputed to be the strongest Logia fruit.
Meanwhile, at a sprawling construction site somewhere on Birka Island.
A man with an afro and frighteningly long earlobes suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.
He looked up in bewilderment.
For some reason, he had just felt a sense of loss, as though something that belonged to him had been stolen.
But he was only a slave. Even he himself didn't belong to him.
How could he have felt that way? How strange!
"Slacking off?! Got a death wish?!"
Something whistled through the air, followed by a sharp crack as a whip struck the ground beside him.
Long Ears flinched instinctively, then hurriedly discarded that ridiculous thought and went back to hauling building materials.
In the basement, Randall, now in an excellent mood, patted God's