[The man who was already deeply terrified by the ominous doctor's vague statements takes this additional creep's whispers as the cue to completely flip out. "N-no, please, don't cut off my arm! I-I'm a craftsman, if I-" he pleads desperately, to Law's immense chagrin.]
Oi- ["I need my hands, i-if I can't work I might as well be-" The man doesn't get to finish his sentence before passing out cold, and it probably has something to do with the needle Law just stuck in his neck.
And then he looks to this stranger as if it's entirely his fault.] What the hell do you think you're doing?
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Oi-
["I need my hands, i-if I can't work I might as well be-" The man doesn't get to finish his sentence before passing out cold, and it probably has something to do with the needle Law just stuck in his neck.
And then he looks to this stranger as if it's entirely his fault.]
What the hell do you think you're doing?