[Rocket only gets close enough to see what the hell it is, before he backs the fuck up again.]

Yeah. That thing was wired into its brain so it could receive a signal from somewhere. Soon as word spread I was loose, they busted it out, I guess.

[And back to the bourbon. Something hits him and he gestures with the flask.] And if you think that's bad? It's nothin' compared to what's waitin' back at the prison. It ain't gonna do y'all any good to go back there. The place is crawlin' with guards lookin' for me and if Sarandis has heard by now, it's gonna get pretty hairy. You're never gonna get in- it took me two months to get out and breakin' outta prisons is a specialty of mine.