EXT. SOUTH PHILLY STREETS — DAY
FRANK and CRICKET are wandering down the sidewalk. Their skin has turned a vibrant shade of translucent gray, and their sweat is thick and oily. Frank is walking with a strange, rubbery gait, his jaw working rhythmically as if he's chewing on his own soul.
FRANK (voice echoing in his own PCP-shattered head)
Cricket... I can feel it. The Devil Fruit... it's working. I'm... I'm getting long. Look at my limbs. They're like noodles. I'm an elastic billionaire!
CRICKET(twitching, seeing fractal patterns in the sidewalk cracks)
I'm a warrior, Frank! I'm the King of the Alleys! The fruit gave me the power of the 'Sea-Priest'! I can smell the salt! I can see the Kraken!
They pass a local arcade. Outside stands a SIX-FOOT PLUSH DOG (a prize for a ticket game). To Cricket's hallucinating brain, the dog is a KRAKEN with a thousand eyes and tentacles made of knives.
CRICKET (letting out a blood-curdling, high-pitched scream)
A BEAST! A FOUL BEAST FROM THE DEPTHS! IT'S BLOCKING OUR PATH TO THE TREASURE!
Cricket lunges. He grabs the plush dog by the neck. In his mind, he is using 10,000 pounds of supernatural pressure, his muscles bulging with divine energy. In reality, he is a 110-pound man frantically tugging on a polyester toy. He manages to rip the head off because the stitching was already rotted by sun exposure.
CRICKET (holding the polyester head aloft, covered in stuffing)
I HAVE SLAIN THE GUARDIAN! THE SEA IS OURS!
FRANK (staring at his own hands, which he thinks are stretching six feet long)
Look at me go! Gomu Gomu... Gomu Gomu... PISTOL!
Frank spots a heavy, metal mailbox across the street. He decides to "stretch" his arm and punch it. He doesn't have rubber powers; he just sprints toward the mailbox and punches the cast-iron side at full force.
There is a sickening, wet CRUNCH of bone. Frank's hand immediately swells to the size of a catcher's mitt, turning a dark, angry shade of purple. Because of the PCP, he doesn't feel a flicker of pain. He just stares at it in awe.
FRANK
Did you see that? I retracted! I hit it from forty feet away! I'm made of industrial-grade rubber! I'm a weapon of mass destruction!
CUT TO BLACK.