Inside the stone-walled room, a bandaged man sits on the floor and says, "WAPOL'S ALWAYS KEPT THAT KEY WITH HIM AT ALL TIMES, SO I WOULD IMAGINE IT'S DISAPPEARED INTO THE SKY ALONG WITH HIM..." The long-haired doctor with goggles drinks from a large bottle and replies, "WHAT DOES IT MATTER TO YOUI" Nami, seated on the bed, asks with a wink, "CAN I GET YOU TO WAIVE IT OFFI OH, AND ALLOW US TO LEAVE RIGHT AWAY AS WELL, OKAYI" "HMI" The doctor leans in, "ABOUT THE TREATMENT FEE FOR ME AND MY CREWMATES... DOC-TRESS..." "IS THAT SOI" "WELL, THAT'S TROUBLE-SOME..." Nami protests, "THAT'S NOT MEDICALLY-SOUND PROOF THAT YOU'RE HEALTHY NOW!" The doctor answers, "IT'S FINE. I DON'T FEEL LIKE I'M ON THE VERGE OF DEATH ANYMORE." From the side, someone urges, "LISTEN TO THE DOCTOR, NAMI! WE HAVE TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE BACK TO FULL HEALTH BEFORE-" The doctor stands with hands on hips and declares, "IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE SOME SORT OF BAD JOKEI! I'LL NOT ONLY BE TAKING ALL THE MONEY YOU HAVE BUT ALSO WHATEVER ELSE YOU'VE GOT ON YOUR SHIP AS TREATMENT COSTS. ALSO, YOU'RE NOT LEAVING ANYWHERE FOR ANOTHER 2 WHOLE DAYS, MISSY."