[The scene opens in the Marine Headquarters, where Admiral Akainu is buried under stacks of paperwork at his desk. Garp, Sengoku, Tsuru, and Fujitora are in the room, going about their duties. Kizaru strolls in with a mischievous glint in his eyes, clearly in a state of mild euphoria.]
Akainu: [Grunts, buried in paperwork] Don't start, Kizaru. I'm swamped with this paperwork, and I don't have time for your nonsense.
Garp: [Chuckles mischievously] Hey there, Sakazuki! Looks like you've got your hands full!
Sengoku: [Smirks] Indeed, I've never seen your desk buried so deep, Akainu.
Tsuru: [With a stern expression] This paperwork won't complete itself, Sakazuki. Focus.
[Kizaru ignores the serious atmosphere, his mind set on a different track. He pulls out a bag of barbecue seasoning, some meat skewers and a an apron and spatula from seemingly nowhere.]
Kizaru: You know what would make this place a little brighter? Some good ol' barbecue! And since Akainu here's all fired up, why not make use of that heat?
Akainu: [Raises an eyebrow, unamused] Kizaru, I swear...
[Kizaru completely disregards Akainu's annoyance and hops onto Akainu's desk, oblivious to the piles of paperwork.]
Kizaru: Time to fire up the grill! [He starts sprinkling barbecue seasonings and putting some meat skewers on Akainu's head, who looks both irritated and perplexed.]
Akainu: [Growls] Kizaru, get off my desk this instant!
[Fujitora enters the room, guided by his cane, sniffing the air curiously.]
Fujitora: What's that delicious aroma? It smells like... barbecue?
Kizaru: [Grinning] Ah, Fujitora! You've got a good nose, but alas, your eyes deceive you. We're having a magma smoked meat special!
Akainu: [Fuming] This is not a barbecue joint, Kizaru! Get off!
[Tsuru shakes her head disapprovingly, while Garp and Sengoku try to stifle their laughter.]
[Tension mounts as Akainu struggles with his paperwork, his patience wearing thin. Suddenly, the door bursts open, revealing Green Bull, the enigmatic forest Logia user, known for his unconventional tactics.]
Green Bull: [In awe] What's this I smell? Magma smoked meat? Akainu, you culinary genius!
Akainu: [Bewildered] I'm not cooking anything, Green Bull! It's Kizaru's doing!
[Kizaru jumps down from Akainu's desk, grinning.]
Kizaru: Green Bull, my man! You're just in time for the feast! But we need the "King of Smoking" to help us out!
[Smoker enters the room, his expression deadpan as ever. Kizaru immediately pounces on him.]
Kizaru: Smoker, buddy! We need your expertise in smoking! We've got a volcano on standby!
Smoker: [Rolls his eyes] You guys are unbelievable.
Garp: [Chuckles heartily] Sakazuki, you might have found a new talent! Who knew you were a natural-born chef?
[Amidst the chaos, laughter fills the room as Akainu struggles to maintain order amidst his unintentional barbecue party on his own desk.]
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