[Oh! A little radio, how titillating! Richie searches his own panel for the call button, still futzing through the finer controls outside of walk, grab, and drop. When the voice calls over and swells in Rocket's own cockpit it sounds pleased as peaches. It's the closest he'll get to his old job here outside of a phone call.]
Oh swell, Rocket! Once you cozy up to the idea that you're fucked no matter which angle you come at it, it's really quite freeing!
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Oh swell, Rocket! Once you cozy up to the idea that you're fucked no matter which angle you come at it, it's really quite freeing!