As much as Chopper appreciated the sentiment, he couldn't help but feel that they were trying to worm their way out of following doctors' orders. It was cool outside (though he couldn't feel the chill through his fur, even in his more human form), and the last thing he wanted was for them to catch cold from being awake and outside when they shouldn't have been.

He gritted his teeth, removing his hands from their shoulders. If they weren't going to listen to what was best for them... If they weren't going to jeopardize their health... He was just going to have to make them listen.

Chopper clenched his fists. If he had to rough them up, so be it; he could patch them up once they were resting in their rooms. "I said you have to go back!"

He drew back an arm in preparation for a punch, narrowing his eyes at Sanji. Of the two, the chef would likely be the harder to convince; Usopp had sort of already agreed to go... Chopper let the fist fly towards Sanji's face. "Heavy Gong!"