[Video | Junk Pile]

[furryfarkinfiend]

[With everything that's been going on, Rocket has been restless. Extremely restless. So much so that he's taken to digging through the junk in the junk pile while he waits for word from Wheeljack on when they're going to move.

And that's when life got a little bit more interesting for the resident talking raccoon.

When the video feed turns on, Rocket's ears are pressed flat to his head, tail lashing as he holds his comm device with one paw and a laser pistol with the other, said weapon aimed at..

Is that..

..an insecticon?]

What.

The.

Flark.

Is.

That?!

Comments

[audio] Swords should be a nice change of pace, then!

[zer0thassassin]

So much talk, not much action.
Need someone to hold your hand?

[It's just... too easy...]

[audio] Bring it on Zero B|

[furryfarkinfiend]

Go to farkin' hell!

[And yes that's the sound of a gunshot and the squeal of something--the bug but hey, this is just audio--Rocket chittering angrily.]

Stupid farkin--

[Que a pause here. And then some whining. And then a scoff.]

....It's just...hunched down whining at me now.

[audio] Oh man it's gonna happen isn't it.

[zer0thassassin]

Guess it's a pet then.

[Bored now!]

[audio] Damn right it is!

[furryfarkinfiend]

[Insert lots of muttered curses here.]

I don't need a farkin' pet.

[audio] Gonna make up so many rude haiku. so many.

[zer0thassassin]

Sounds like your problem.

[Zer0 is not witnessing any carnage or anything useful, why are you still talking.]

[audio] Rocket's going to make special bullets just for you

[furryfarkinfiend]

[Oh. Right. This guy.]

You haven't cut the line yet?