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“Speaking of getting pulled over, and this is all hypothetical of course, but uh, maybe don't get pulled over? Because, the car might not be insured.” Usopp remarked, drifting off into a whisper. Sanji took a deep, calming breath. “What do you mean, not insured.” He ground out. “Well,” Usopp had very carefully pressed himself as far back into the seat as he could, his head nearly brushing Zoro’s disgusting shoes. “It turns out you can't insure a car if it's not, technically, registered.” Sanji didn't answer. He was worried that if he reacted his body would actually catch up with his brain and he’d crash the car trying to murder the guy. Beside him, Nami had very slowly turned around in her seat. “Usopp.” She spoke in a very sweet voice that made the hairs on the back of Sanji’s neck stand up. “If the car isn't registered, where did you get the license plate?” The car went silent, beside the occasional snore from the back. Luffy looked around, clearly confused by the sudden tension. “So, funny story, it turns out junk yards have a lot of old license plates?” Usopp said, very quietly.

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