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The clack of the Nova Corpsman's boot against the metal grating was unmistakable, Peter Quill knew a moment before the voice called out from behind him that he was about to get berated, but he couldn't quite take his eyes off the surreal sight before him.
"Star-prince. We need to talk. I thought you were going to keep an eye on your little group of trouble makers."
"It. . . it's Star-Lord. Lord. Good to see you too, Dey."
"You want to explain this?"
"Well. In my defense, I am keeping an eye on him. I can see him from here. And there's technically no law against doing that."
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Alkali I blame him totally.
"Star-prince. We need to talk. I thought you were going to keep an eye on your little group of trouble makers."
"It. . . it's Star-Lord. Lord. Good to see you too, Dey."
"You want to explain this?"
"Well. In my defense, I am keeping an eye on him. I can see him from here. And there's technically no law against doing that."
Commission for
Alkali I blame him totally.
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Yes, there is technically no law about being bigger than several star systems. I guess the real question, now, is how is he supposed to get guns at that size... I mean aside from the two he's packing at the end of each shoulder... yes, and aside from his "pocket rocket". That's only THREE GUN. Three guns are FAR too few for Rocket Raccoon.
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