Groot's Fun-Filled Day

"I'm Groot."

"I'm Groot."

"I'm Groot."

Rocket Raccoon was about to lose his mind. He covered his ears and roared, "Put down your controller or shut up... Say one more word and I'll smash that thing!!!"

"I'm... Groot."

"Yeah, yeah... Huh? What did you say? You don't want to go back?"

"I'm Groot."

"What?! Are you kidding me? This isn't our home! What happened to your ambitions? We're the Guardians of the Galaxy! We're the fiercest Ravagers! We're supposed to..."

Rocket Raccoon was miserable. Baby Groot was having the time of his life. There was no saving him.

The kid really freaking loved games.

When Rocket told him it was time to leave, he kept playing as he walked. After the dwarf king kicked him away, his first reaction wasn't anger. He checked whether his game console was broken.

That was how much Baby Groot loved playing. Then again, he was a teenager now. It came naturally.

Strangely enough, aliens were advanced in just about everything and had their own distinctive cultures, but their games were terrible. By Avengers: Infinity War, people on Earth were playing holographic games, while he was still playing the little airplane games from the nineties.

Uh...

Now that he was suddenly back in Wakanda, the sheer variety of games left him dazzled.

To Groot, Earth was Heaven.

So he went completely wild.

Besides, the Wakandan women adored Baby Groot and had thoroughly adopted him as their mascot. They eagerly taught him how to play, squealing the whole time. Rocket was sick of it! At first, they couldn't understand the Groot language and needed Rocket to translate. Later, they didn't even need that; they could make out enough from simple gestures.

That only made Rocket more miserable.

Speaking of mascots, he was pretty cute too, wasn't