Snippy swore at the tooth-jarring sensation of the straw being dragged out of his head port, cringing enough that he was too slow to react as Captain stuffed the strew away.

"Bwah, wha- a straw!?" A sudden deep pang of jealousy hit him, born from the days when Captain possessed the last non-radioactive straw they'd been able to find, then was replaced by a burst of irritation at something as stupid as being jealous over a straw.

But that still didn't mean Captain could keep the straw. That straw deserved to be broken for its role in ruining Snippy's day.

"Give that here!" He lurched towards Captain and grabbed at the neck of his shirt. "You're not having that if you're going to use it as a weapon!"