[No worries there; he barely has the coordination to figure out how to get them around Sanji's waist in the first place, much less do anything else with them. He'll just be hanging there like the gawkiest koala ever-- one that is 90% legs, in other words.]

Yes, there's nothing quite like the taste of natto on toast. If only everyone else could understand how wonderful it is...

[Why does everyone hate it so? Okay, so it smells like three-day-old socks, but it tastes delicious, really! (Or maybe his taste buds are just broken, who knows. He's never thought too much about this.)

That's a "yes, that's what he wants for breakfast," by the way.]