[Rocket looks up at her and then proceeds to pass her a bottle of what is probably top shelf whiskey stolen from the bar. it does not occur to him that most people would not want to drink from the same bottle he had his furry raccoon mouth on.]
Good riddance to bad trash, right? [he's trying so hard to be convincing and he is failing at it.]
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Good riddance to bad trash, right? [he's trying so hard to be convincing and he is failing at it.]