The fuck do I care if you wanna know, it ain't your busin—ack!

[As he's yanked to an abrupt halt and choked by his shirt collar, what the shit?!

His foot's hovering right over the fox, unbeknownst to Sanji. But Zoro pulling on him like that has Sanji nearly stumbling backwards into the broad chest behind him. He manages to catch his balance and slams his foot backwards onto the ground instead, just barely missing stomping on one of Zoro's feet.

He doesn't miss elbowing the jerk in the gut, though.]

What the hell, asshole?! Get off me!

[Sanji tugs himself free, backtracking into the living room instead and rubbing at his neck with a scowl. He's sort of aware that there was something different in Zoro's tone right before he grabbed him, but he's too busy bristling like an angry cat to wonder about it.]

It ain't that fucking interesting, okay, it was just some other shitty island! Geez, calm the fuck down.

[He wants to leave it at that. He really wants to, but he also...

He needs to know.

So he more or less hurls the following question at Zoro.]

The hell all did you even see, anyway?!