' "--We have to get Keyblades," I snort annoyedly at your enthusiasm, hands thrust into my pockets, cigarette dangling on my lip, "-Seriously? What...why is a Keyblade a thing? Think about this for a moment... It opens doors, big... Has to be if it's a weapon, but innit heavy? You might like to swing those damn things around but I fancy a set of knives, the queens will suit me just fine." And then the floor dropped out from beneath us, down we fell into nothingness, no exits in sight, my smoke smashed under my weight, and then a door appeared... There was a keyhole. You smirked, '-And you say they're good for nothing..." Rubbing salt in my wound, you tried it... It failed, "--Well s**t, guess you feel pretty silly now don't you?"
thankfully we found a bottle of drink me, drank it, and with your now minaturized key, opened the Itty bitty door down below... We then had tea'