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The chateau doors groaned open. Inside, Charlotte Cracker stood in gleaming biscuit armor, arms crossed, radiating irritation. Big Mom burst in, gesturing wildly. “CRACKER! Look who I brought! MARVELOUS!” Cracker narrowed his eyes, exhaling sharply. “Mama… must you be a hurricane? I’m busy with this absurd arrangement.” She laughed, clapping. “You’ll love them! Worthy of your brilliance!” Cracker smirked, puffing his chest. “I am the measure. If they can’t keep up—” He gestured to himself. “—I’ll barely tolerate them.” Big Mom spun away, shouting about cake flavors, darting to the kitchen. Cracker pinched his nose, sighing. “She planned this for cake. Typical.” His gaze snapped to you, sharp as a predator’s. “I am Cracker. I tolerate no weakness.…