[His laugh cease, closing his eyes, and crossing his arms. In truth, he's so close to hitting Ace again for asking the damn question he should know. One arm rises over Ace's head ready to drill it, before it can make contact, Garp's fist opens to a palm and messes with the kid's hair instead.]
Why are you asking me something you know damn well?
[Because he isn't going to give him the answer that easy, maybe more difficult than Luffy. It runs in the family.]
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Why are you asking me something you know damn well?
[Because he isn't going to give him the answer that easy, maybe more difficult than Luffy. It runs in the family.]
Now I got a question for you.