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[deathsdoctor]

[Blissfully unaware of Admirals stalking the village in search of him, Trafalgar Law is taking a few hours away from nosing around the village and through the journals... though it’s still open – he likes to listen to the background noise from the book. Today he must attend to some of life’s tedious domestic necessities. Mainly cleaning the apartment, cooking dinner, and sitting down on the couch to alter some new shirts and sweaters to accommodate his wings.

Boring, but it’s not going to get done by itself.

Sword maintenance comes next on the list, and that’s when the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise as he sights down the blade looking for imperfections and fractures. It’s a loud day for the journals, what with the floods of new arrivals (and no voices of crew yet), but he’s got the uneasy feeling the fun’s about to visit him in turn. 8| ]

… it’s really going crazy out there…

[… a really uneasy feeling.]

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[deathsdoctor]

[Ohoo... you just said the I word, Mister Virus...

... this smiling at you is your natural enemy...]

Oohh... I see. Me? [Brandishes a bottle of Phenokill (guaranteed to remove even the most unpleasant microbe nastiness)] I'm a doctor.

And you are most unwelcome here.

[SPRAY!]

[brewducation.livejournal.com]

[OMFG HE'S GOT A GUN ANTI-BACTERIAL SPRAY!!! D8

The little influenza tries to escape as hard as it can by floating away, but it was no use; the spray was faster than the microbe. Several other microbes were caught in the blast as well.]

AAAAAAAAGH! I've been hit!

*coughcough* We must...warn the others...!

Inform...the great five...of..the...situation...hrk!!


[All the microbes that have been hit(including the influenza) dropped like flies.]

[deathsdoctor]

I don't think so.

ROOM.

[That blue light you just see now encircling you? There's no escaping him now. We control the horizontal. We control the vertical.

Just relax. It will all be over soon. And take a lesson from this.

Germs and Doctors don't mix.

Especially ones with the ephitet of 'Surgeon of Death'.]

[brewducation.livejournal.com]

Aieeee!!!!! Somebody help us!

[Never fear, little microbes, your saviors are here!

via disembodied voices.]

Hold it right there human! Don't you dare move another millimetre!

[deathsdoctor]

[Who doesn't care for orders? This man. He also doesn't need to move a millimeter to shred something.]

Then I suggest you come out and face this human, if you want your threat to be taken seriously.

[brewducation.livejournal.com]

[And here they are! On the table no less. One by one, they introduce themselves.]

[And this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdTQm3zBXsg) is exactly how they introduce themselves; sign included.]

We are the great five!

[deathsdoctor]

[Silly microbes... you have never met a One Piece character, have you? They don't get sick (except when they do).]

Impressive. Not.

[That field is tightening around you now. Constricting. And amplifying what's coming next.

Will he allow communicable contagious disease to leave here alive. Hell no.

Have a whiff of something potent enough to corrode metal.

SPRAY~!]

[brewducation.livejournal.com]

[I don't even wanna know what microbes in the OP world look like. They're probably even stranger than these guys.

Alas, the great five's impressive stage performance was no match for the spray. The millisecond the spray particles hit them, it was instant hit KO.]

Ahhhhhhhhhh! Curse...you.......humans! We'll get...our revenge...one day...HRK![/keels over and dies like in the video]

[Congradulations Law, you have defeated all the bacterias in the room. This day will be marked as 'The Great Calamity II' for all microbes alike.]