Island of 1,000 Condiments

The immortal strained a turn & glared toward the puppeteer. With his remaining hand, he cracked each individual finger into position. He then proceeded to twist his neck until two loud cracks were heard from beneath his turban. Kakuzu finally began to speak, annoyed, possibly angered, "Word has it I can fetch a pretty penny off the prey out here. Sasori, if you think you can stop me, I’ll cash you in for so much - My great grandchildren could retire off it," the behemoth-sized being laughed.

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Ooc - I generally don’t like the first move, so go ahead.

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