[Well, Rocket didn't hear shit, because he's too busy trying to find his calming center, but it doesn't take two guesses to figure out what's happening. He backs up towards the Andresians, suddenly less interested in making sure failboat doesn't die. He can steal a plane easier than this.]
Yeah, run towards the bullets, assholes. Try not to get shot or anything, 'cause that would just be tragic.
[He punctuates this by spitting on the bridge and crossing his little arms over his chest. While the rich bitches stand behind him.
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Yeah, run towards the bullets, assholes. Try not to get shot or anything, 'cause that would just be tragic.
[He punctuates this by spitting on the bridge and crossing his little arms over his chest. While the rich bitches stand behind him.
Classy.]