Rocket Raccoon huddled close to a rock, afraid the gale kicked up by the charging Asgardian soldiers would blow him away...
Only after the last pair of foul-smelling boar riders charged onto the battlefield did Rocket Raccoon raise his middle finger at the Aircraft hovering not far above his head and curse loudly, "Peter Quill, you brain-dead fatass...
Is this how you treat your own teammates?"
For once, the talkative Peter Quill didn't talk back to Rocket Raccoon. He opened the Aircraft's Cockpit and beckoned...
Rocket Raccoon bared his teeth and angrily switched on the Booster on his back. He flew into the copilot's seat, then shouted at his buddies, "What are you staring at?
You've never seen such a handsome Raccoon before?"
Peter Quill nodded guiltily. After hesitating several times, he looked at Rocket's shiny leather jacket and said enviously, "That's an Elvis Presley look. When I was a kid, he was the biggest star on Earth."
As he spoke, Gamora kicked Peter Quill from behind. He let out a few "ow, ow, ows," then looked at Rocket Raccoon and asked, "Who exactly is that Alvin guy?
Shouldn't we be getting out of here?"
Rocket Raccoon yanked the lever on the seat and seized control of the Aircraft. Then he snapped, "Yes, you should get the hell out of here and wait for Alvin to find you, pull out your tongue, and shove it up your ass!
What kind of idiot decides to cause trouble for him?
We've been on the ground for less than five minutes, and you've already brought tens of thousands of enemies over to say hello!
I bet your enthusiasm really 'touched' him..."
Peter Quill glanced up at the terrifying battlefield and waved his hands in alarm. "No, no, no...
This wasn't my idea!
That