Spectre: ...Smells like poison and rot. A fitting grave for a man who deals in both.
Caesar Clown: Impressive... You actually made it this far. Tell me, do you like my décor?
Spectre: So you're the gas-man Caesar Clown.
Caesar Clown: And who wants to know?
Spectre: You performed experiments on children.
Caesar Clown: You'll have to be more specific, dear. I've done a lot of work.
Spectre: The De Los Empire. The Metastasis experiments. I'm one of the test subjects who survived. Does that ring a bell?
Caesar Clown: Ah, yes. I did quite the business with that empire back in the day. The screams of those children...
Caesar Clown: ...helped me sleep at night. It was the music of progress.
Caesar Clown: (Light already, you stupid lighter-sword)
Spectre: Torturing children for money helps you sleep at night?
Caesar Clown: If you're good at something, never do it for free.
Spectre: Well, I won't be killing you for free either. This is a score to settle.
Caesar Clown: Huh? Is that a hook-type sword?
Caesar Clown: Shurorororo! Congratulations, you hit me! Too bad I'm intangible.
Caesar Clown: And you still need to breathe, right? How about the gas-man removes all the oxygen from your air?
Spectre: *cough* *cough*...
Dracule Mihawk: Pathetic. You can beat me in a drinking contest, but not in swords.
Dracule Mihawk: But you don't look pathetic enough to deserve dying today.
Dracule Mihawk: Your Ghost Fastener is perfect. But to defeat me, you must go beyond perfection.
Dracule Mihawk: Come face me again when you're ready.
Spectre: You're letting me live so I can defeat you one day? You're a strange cowboy.
Dracule Mihawk: I am NOT a cowboy 💢
Caesar Clown: Huh?
Spectre: Oh right, I can cut "ghosts" too.