PECKING ORDER, JOHN. IT GOES YOU, THE DIRT, THE WORMS IN THE DIRT, ROCKET'S STOOL, THE WYVER GOVERNMENT, AND ROCKET... But fortunately while that is the thought in Rocket's head as he tears his rust-brown eyes from the window, he does not voice it.

"You might be asking a lot from three extremely brash alpha personalities all in one space, but I'm down with it." He guesses. If he kills something and gets paid for it, it's a good day. "This is either kids being shits or somebody who knows what they're doing and I'm really hoping it's the latter. Beating up on punkass kids ain't worth it."