The vice captains unleash their dials in a chaotic flurry. One cackles, "HAHAHAHA—HAHAHA, I STORED PASSED GAS IN THE FLAVOR DIAL!!" while releasing a stinking cloud. Nami recoils, coughing, "WHAT!!I" and "IT STINKS!!!" as another voice cries, "PASSED GAS!! HOHO—HOHOHO—!!!" The fat fighter mocks, "EW, YOU'RE DISGUSTING!!!" Nami grips her weapon and demands, "DID YOU MEMORIZE THEM!I CAN YOU EVEN IDENTIFY WHICH ONE IS WHICHI" The vice captains shout the dial names in sequence: "'FLAVOR DIAL'!!!" "'IMPACT DIAL'!!!" "'AXE DIAL'!!!" "'FLAME DIAL'!!!" One declares, "HAHAH!! THAT'S RIGHT. THEY HAVE FOUR TYPES OF DIALS...!!!" while the other laughs triumphantly amid the smoke and impact effects.