What can I say, I'm a guy who gives legit nicknames. I'd shake your hand but that seems awkward right now.

[see, this time the pun was on purpose. because obviously will likes puns and peter likes not thinking about the fact that he's currently locked in a very small cage. it works out for both of them.]

Nothing has stabbed me yet, and they don't feel slimy, so yeah, I think I'm good. A little weird monster dirt probably never gave anyone any deadly diseas--a key?

[peter almost opens his eyes but it feels like will is close to him and he decides not to risk what parts of will might be close to him. i mean, if he glows everywhere...that's just weird okay. peter has his own magical balls, he doesn't need to see anyone else's.]

Good lord, I'm not that hairy.

[he follows will's very specific 'over there' directions to see the key.]

Okay, so how do we get it? Think this sucker swings, or do you have some Jedi mind powers to go with the glowy thing?

[not that peter is questioning the glowy thing. you do you, will.]