"Do you know us?"
Quill frowned. The creepy-looking man in front of him made him deeply uncomfortable. "Didn't think anyone would be living in this godforsaken place..."
Arataki Itto nodded in agreement. He looked around and muttered to himself, "What do you survive on? Rocks?"
"Oho~ That might actually be it."
Rocket picked up the thread. "We know a guy who munches on rocks like they're bread. Born of the same stone, why grind each other down so cruelly? For the record, he's a rock man."
"I am Groot."
Groot, perched on Rocket's head, said something that sent Rocket into peals of laughter.
Quill, however, looked horrified and hurriedly interrupted the little guy.
"Hey! That's the rock guy's little hobby. Don't go telling people about it, kid. That's rude."
The little tree obediently covered his mouth with his hands. "I am Groot."
Itto had heard their entire exchange, and now his head was full of questions.
He scratched the back of his head, looked around, and decided to ask someone knowledgeable on the team. Shuffling a couple of steps, Itto sidled up beside Albedo and reached out.
Poke.
Poke, poke.
Klee shielded the Dodoco in her hands, whose head now had three dents in it. Pouting, she turned to look at the troublemaker.
"Klee, can you understand what that little sapling is saying?"
With Albedo now watching him, Itto sheepishly withdrew his finger and asked Klee his question, looking a little embarrassed.
"Mm-hmm."
Klee nodded.
"Klee thinks Groot was just telling a joke."
She answered earnestly.
"Huh???"
Itto froze, looking even more confused.
"A joke about a rock man's hobby? Tell me more?"
Several people quietly pricked up their ears.
Klee tilted her head, then shook it. "Actually, Klee didn't really understand it either. What Groot said was, every time