Well, I can honestly say I’ve never run into any other story that’s explored the… uh… other possibilities of cross-breeding that might be available as alternatives to centaurs’ usual equine options.
(The stand-out cool moment in this episode is a toss-up between Robin’s inventive response to the giraffe dude alluded to above, and the rather stylish deathstroke that Brook deals to the hazmat goons).
Speaking of Brook’s artful killing, I should say that one (of innumerable) qualities which intrigue me about ONE PIECE is that the show takes all these dark snap-turns when it otherwise has all the appearances of a squeaky clean Saturday Morning toon. Sure, it was probably right in character for this undead rocker to take lethal force - - but it still felt pretty shocking to see all those goons drop down for good, never again to chant “Ichi, Ni, Sunshine!” as they greeted a new day. And it likewise was a wee surprising to hear the vaporous, pink ghost enemy use a little saltier seaman’s language.
Man, like I said last week, I’m still having a harder time commenting on this show. Seeing as how I’m revisiting Toei’s last shonen juggernaut, I guess it’s worth remarking on how that show felt like it was always on a linear trajectory of escalation, even as it got up into its upper-episode number. ONE PIECE honestly feels like non-stop, beautiful chaos; as if a chain reaction were ignited on some atomic level of inspiration, and it just kept spurring one blinding explosion of creativity after another.
I like to think of myself as a guy with a mind open enough to handle all strips of bizarre ideas, but I think I might’ve honestly found my limit here. I’d like to keep commenting on these brand-spanking new episodes every week, but I think I might have to throw in the towel, at last, after however many weeks.