[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

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[furryfarkinfiend]

I shot it and it practically whimpered at me! It's not flarkin' doing anything now but cowering!

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[arnhaid]

That don't mean it's not gonna eat your face off the second you turn around. Keep shootin'.

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[furryfarkinfiend]

I don't think it could if it wanted to, mate. Plus it hasn't done anything! I'm not going to flarkin' shoot it just for whimpering at me!

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[arnhaid]

Those things ate half a planet! There's a good reason for you.