[A shrug and a wave of his furry arm, the weirdly cheeky grin still plastered on his face.] In the way that everything that happens to you, most of the time, is kinda intrinsically hilarious.

[With friends like these?? Not that Rocket can talk. First of all, the average longsword could be used to build a shelter with for him. And he is in no way subtle enough for a dagger to be in any way effective.

But when has that stopped him from being a shithead?] You were out for awhile, dude. I gotta take material where I can get it.