[He's far from the sharpest tool in the shed right now, but those lights. Sanji screws his eyes shut to offset the white-lighted blindness before peering uncertainly up at the stage. It occurs to him he should be asking certain questions - like "Where the hell am I?" and "Did the Malnosso leave me any cigs this time?" - but they all fall by the wayside because there's Selphie and for some indiscernible reason, she has a guitar in her hands.]
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Selphie-chan...? What is...