Oh, I know. [Aw fuck shit dammit. He's not pushing the whole YOU'RE NOT MY QUILL thing anymore.] Or I did... Or I don't. I don't, 'cause we clearly don't know each other and- [This is so hard. Why is it so hard??? He growls and then tries again.]

Look. Your buddy Kenzi invited us. And if anyone screws with Groot, they're personally invited to a banquet where the main course is every bullet in both my guns.

[Because yes, he definitely has both of his Excaliburs underneath his hoodie. Try convincing him to go out without one gun.]