𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗧.

⠀ ⠀ 𝘼𝙄𝙉’𝙏 𝙉𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙈𝙀, ‘𝘾𝙀𝙋𝙏 𝙈𝙀. ──────────── ROCKET RACCOON.

"Just cause you're a cold-blood killin' machine, don't make you a monster. Trust me. I'm friends with at least four of those." He cocked a grin at her attack comment. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about! What're ya waiting for?"

The same idiots that design all the other stupid crap that's come outta that freakin' planet. Shooting things that don't work's never failed me.

What? Can't blame a guy for askin'. He grunts, then shrugs, because in Rocket's weapon-oriented mind, the answer's crystal clear. "Hippo? What's a hippo?" His expression gets all twisted. "You're kiddin'. Those things? Five a year? They're lackin' proper guidance."

|| yoo just made a Thor @almightybounty. Also got a p quill @lxgendaryoutlaw

You tried shootin’ at it?

He peers over at the picture, chuckling at the set of teeth on those things. "Friend? Yeah, and I'm the nicest guy in all the galaxy. Those things would maul a head clean off." He tosses her a glance. "You don't rent them out... right...?"

He's hiding all of Quill's stuff in places he know he won't be able to find it. Call it payback.

"Swim animal? What, like a shark? Oh-ho, now that's cold. I like it." He frowns. "Not really sure where to find one of those, actually."

His face lifts from mild cynical cautiousness to something surprised. "Yeesh. That bad, huh?" Never been good with emotions. "You know, maybe you ought to... borrow this. Ditch that no weapons-rule and blow someone's head off. If you catch my drift." He's trying to wink.

Eh. Their day's comin'. ( He raises the launcher, pointing it at the sky. ) I'd take a step back if I were you.

People ain’t hard to hate. I hate just about all of ‘em.

Well, that’s somethin’. Remind him not to get tangled up with her. Say, bullet-proof? ( He lifts the gun, pointing it in her direction. ) How about grenade-proof?

Not a whole lot blabbering can do when someone’s got a barrel pointed at your mug. How’da they handle a threat?

Ding ding ding.

Not yet. You want to stand over there, so I can get in some target practice? Ha. Kidding! I’m just kidding. But seriously… anyone you hate?

All right, she can touch it. But if he sees any jewels anywhere near his gun, gun-sharing time ends pronto. …Never uses weapons? What kinda life is that?