It wasn’t Franky’s fault that the bus route took them through particularly bad construction. It wasn’t him that called for the construction workers to tear up half the road and make for a particularly bumpy trip.
It wasn’t even his idea to bring his guitar. Robin was the one that had insisted he take it. She said it would make Usopp feel better. The hospital was a dismal place, she had said.
It wasn’t even his fault Usopp had gotten hurt in the first place, the kid just had the worst luck.
And he hadn’t asked Robin to wear that shirt. Most of her clothes were pretty revealing, not that he was complaining, but maybe if she knew they were going to take the bus today, she should have at least brought along a jacket.
The low cut shirt and the bumpy road were a recipe for disaster. Really, what had she expected from him?
"The boobs on the bus go up and down," Franky sang, strumming his guitar to the tune. "Up and down, up and down. The boobs on the bus go up and down, all through the town!"
For the record, the other riders had found this hilarious.
Robin, on the other had, did not. Franky still couldn’t walk properly.