"that's my sword"

“You were dead asleep. My thoughts weren’t doing shit to you,” Law rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall and staring up at the ceiling. The same spot he’d been staring at for the past hour while his mind turned over thoughts of progressive disease and burning white buildings. “Just go back to your nap. I’m fine.”

"Mine now."

"Let's get looking."

"Are you threatening me? With a good time?"

"Yes but only because feeding you to my captain will upset the Vanilla cookie and I only have one functional eye left. Now are you gonna behave or not?"

"It's bad enough it's getting stuffy in here, I don't need you shaking me about either."

Oh good, he didn't kill the cookie. Excellent. "If I open the lid will you behave or do I need to get the Vanilla guy to like, light beam you into it?"

“Well. Yes, Shadow Milk Cookie is my friend.” Pure Vanilla began, holding onto Zoro’s shirt as he moved. “But depending on whether or not they’re still there is another matter.”

"So like, captain got into the fridge and ate all the meat and now we're going to starve unless we go fishing trouble or about to declare war on the government kind of trouble?"

“We should go right now! Why didn’t you tell me Shadow Milk Cookie was here!!”

"I didn't know they were your friend."

“You shouldn’t have done that – oh no… this entire ship’s in danger –”

"We're totally fine, I'm sure." They could handle anything that happened because of the jar. "We've got Luffy. But, uh. Let's go double check the lid."

“You did what?!”

"Put the naughty cookie in the naughty jar?" It's probably fine!