The world blows up around them and they haphazardly remember to tell us to move out or get our asses handed to us by the end of the world. Or need help or something. Messing with people's head for the monsters? Not really entertaining enough for them.

Aye, Pops, I promise. My sister Sora likes them, they keep her company, but she yelled at me for the punis too, eh? [Rubs the back of his neck and just winds up hugging Whitebeard hard again and mumbling yet another apology.]