if we can agree that life is just a series of weird decisions, why do we still let billionaires decide the rest of the worlds weirdness for us? like, can you imagine the chaos if we just voted on every major issue? snack flavor wars, anyone?
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if we can agree that life is just a series of weird decisions, why do we still let billionaires decide the rest of the worlds weirdness for us? like, can you imagine the chaos if we just voted on every major issue? snack flavor wars, anyone?
Ace, Sabo and Luffy at the laundromat. Maybe them trying to entertain themselves midwash or deciding what snack to spend their extra change on.
“We are not getting licorice,” Sabo states slapping Luffy’s hand away from the vending machine’s buttons. “You don’t even like licorice, why do you keep trying to purchase it?”
“Because it looks so tasty,” Ace answers.
“It tastes like lies,” Luffy whines, frowning at the bag in question. “It tastes like lies and regret.”
“You look like a regret,” Ace mutters counting out the change in his hand. “We can get this snack and one more, unless you want to decide against a drink, Sab.”
Sabo raises his eyebrow, “We need a drink. Luffy, I’m gonna break your fingers if you try to touch those numbers.”
“But maybe it tastes better this time!”
Ace punches in a number, a bag of chips falling to bottom of the machine, “There. You like doritos.”
“But I don’t want doritos!” Luffy frowns taking the bag from the machine. “I want candy.”
“Well, you took longer than the ten minutes you were allowed. That means that we get to pick,” Sabo counters. “You know the rules, Lu. Now go sit by the laundry and make sure no one steals our detergent.”
Luffy sticks his tongue out at them both, bouncing to their baskets and sitting on top of a dryer. Sabo sighs.
“Come on, we need another snack, unless you trust me to pick,” Ace says elbowing Sabo’s side. “You can get the drink.”
“You bought flaming hot cheetos last time, I barely trust you with Luffy, let alone our snack.”
Ace laughs, “Fine, fine. What would you like, good sir?”
“Licorice!” Luffy shouts from the seat he’s made on the dryer.
“We aren’t getting licorice!”