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[rangerrick]

[ Rocket is digging in your trash. ]

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[rangerrick]

You're tossing some great bombing making materials in the trash, Quill. And I ain't about to let any of it get tossed out into space.

[ Never mind he found something that smells like it was stuck in the fridge for months, and was happily eating it. ]

[zunesareawesome]

Eeyyuuch! Yeah, a stink bomb! You know some of that gross stuff was starting to move on it's own, right? I think it grew a freakin' eyeball!

[rangerrick]

Com'on you know a stink bomb with a massive blast radius would be the best weapon.

[ Rocket looks down at the pile of trash that he's standing on, he shifts his weight around and he goes to move things around with glee. ]

I need that eye! I mean I really need that eye. And you could have told me sooner, because I really need an extra eye.

[zunesareawesome]

[An amiable shrug. Actually yeah, that was a good point. But--]

What? No--you don't need an eyeball, dude, nobody needs an extra eyeball on this ship! Especially not the mutant creature that's probably formed out of our trash!

[rangerrick]

Yeah, I do need an eyeball! And how'd you know that? Drax looks like he can use an extra eyeball.

[ Rocket ducks back into the trash. And he starts digging with trash flying in different directions. ]

And maybe I want the creature that this eye is attached to. I mean we could unleash it on some unsuspecting mook.

[zunesareawesome]

Drax does not need an extra eyeball. You do not need an extra eyeball. There is no possible reason anybody here needs an extra eyeball, none of you are missing an eyeball, therefore none of you need an eyeball!

[Peter runs a hand through his hair out of sheer incredulity, trying to avoid getting hit in the face with something that was probably glowing and poisonous.]

Or it could be like a tribble and this whole ship is gonna be overrun by multiplying critters. It's like you've never seen an episode of Star Trek.