[Despite himself, the chef pulls a face. That's certainly not a question Sanji wants to answer, given how many times he tripped, passed out, and had to be shaken awake by every shitty, unsuspecting passerby who crossed his path]
... I didn't keep track. [He attempts something other than sounding guilty] Eight, nine?
But I didn't notice any shitty differences. [A shrug] Every time, it happened just like we saw.
[Action] BUT I *DO* KNOW THE CONTEXT >]
... I didn't keep track. [He attempts something other than sounding guilty] Eight, nine?
But I didn't notice any shitty differences. [A shrug] Every time, it happened just like we saw.