[Hunkered down inside the copter's cockpit, Rocket wasn't planning on moving anytime soon. He'd been out wandering, like he'd taken to doing since being dropped in this God forsaken weird place, and had smelled food. Real food. His kind of food.

Which led to him invading the copter bot's cockpit and making camp.]

Oh quit farkin' freaking out you bloody whelp!

[His ears flicked as he rolled his eyes, pausing a moment before munching on more of the cereal.]