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[rangerrick]

[ Rocket is digging in your trash. ]

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[rangerrick]

[ The flying bottle doesn't deter Rocket from digging through the apartment dumpsters. ]

How 'bout you shut up! And next time if you're gonna toss bottles make sure you hit what you're aimin' for the next time!

[assholic]

[The next bottle was aimed more precisely.]

Don't make me come down there. I have a hangover from hell and I'd love a new fur hat.

[rangerrick]

[ The rats who were hanging out with him scatter when the bottle hits too close to comfort. Rocket snorts. ]

Armatures. [ He grabs hold of a discarded container. ] Mmm. Spicy. And that ain't exactly original, toots

[assholic]

[Stupid ungrateful trash panda. Now she was just ticked off, stepping out onto the fire escape, then jumping down off it to land beside him. Look, Rocket, no boosters.]

You want original? How about I mount your head and use it to open my beer?

[rangerrick]

[ Rocket watches Jessica jump, and he is never going to admit that he's impressed, nope, not ever in his short and miserable lifespan. ]

Nope. I've heard it before. Gotta keep trying, sugar tits.

[assholic]

I'll go find another gutter rat a few blocks down and shove my foot up each of your asses for a pair of raccoon slippers. Sound good?