[Iggy hushes, looking suitably impressed.] Really? Why does anybody go to the Grand Line, then?

[Iggy rubs one of his temples. He thinks, vaguely, of the cloying sweetness of buttercream icing. The need to eat. To be eaten. But the thoughts won't coalesce into anything solid.] ...yeah. Yeah, probably a good idea. But you can still have fun, you know? The world is always strange and dangerous, after all.

[Iggy stares, and then cracks up laughing in near total silence.]

Koby! You're hilarious! Okay, I believe you're real and not a figment of my imagination because I'm not that clever.