Alvin's first trip into space came rather out of the blue...
Perhaps he was showing off, or perhaps he was expressing himself...
Peter Quill piloted his spaceship in a fairly brutal fashion, forcing it through Nidavellir's atmosphere, thick with electromagnetic interference and debris, and out into space...
Alvin had only ever seen images of space in magazines or movies.
But the real thing was dark enough to make his heart pound. The kind of darkness that even light couldn't pierce left Alvin looking a little unhinged.
Especially after they'd just undergone a savage upward acceleration, and the damn Peter Quill, apparently trying to impress his passenger Alvin, had switched on the ship's omnidirectional scanners.
The cameras on the outside of the ship projected live images of their surroundings into the cabin...
For Alvin, who had to psych himself up just to ride a pirate ship, it was a complete disaster...
Once the ship had passed through Nidavellir's dangerous atmosphere and entered space, it began to cruise smoothly...
Inside the cabin, Rocket Raccoon stared in horror, trying not to look at the fresh Combat Suit he'd put on that morning...
Just as Alvin's ship had broken through the asteroid belt and entered space, Alvin had grabbed Rocket by the collar and used him as a barf bag...
The unfortunate Rocket Raccoon tilted his head back and pinched his nose with his right paw. At first, he tried to shove Alvin away with his left.
But after soberly comparing their relative strength, Rocket wisely patted Alvin's shoulder, signaling for him to "take it easy"...
"I think Alvin's filled Rocket's pant legs with puke..."
Drax watched the near-tears Rocket Raccoon and warily felt his own bare torso. "Lucky for me, I never wear a shirt. Alvin wouldn't unzip my pants and puke on