Fuck you.

[He's had to carry the weight of brats since he was a brat himself, but you are damn lucky he's not pointing his gun at you right now with sass like that Rocket.]

But, sure. Consider me curious. I'll be sure to check in with you whenever I find anything.

[With that he cocked open the barrel to his gun, pulling out a small cartridge of bullets from his sleeves.]

... Maybe now that these damn things aren't following me around I can finally go and get a drink.