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“I’m not a dumb idiot. I have singlehandedly bested the fiercest enemies.”

“Who is the rubber man and why would he call me glue? I am not an adhesive.”

Is everyone wishing for demise? Well he wishes for the demise of all actors pretending to be incredible heroes for entertainment of dumb Earthers!

“I am not some mindless beast like an Orloni, Furball.”

“I am here, I am not missing any parts of my body.”

Drax is doing mental gymnastics before he slowly approaches Quill. “DO THESE WORDS BOUNCE TO ME?!” Shouting in a screeching-like manner. Surely Peter’s ears would deflect it back at Drax, leaving the Earther’s ears safe from harm. Quill teaches Drax new things everyday.

Hides the bag of Zarg Nuts behind his back. “I was just heading ti the tavern for some beverages until I can no longer feel my toes.”

“Then explain an echo.”

“I shout ‘hello’ into a cave, the cave says ‘hello’ back. That is a word. Why would you not first guess yourself?”

“Can a man not drink for pleasure?”

“I… I do not see why not, Rocket.”

“Hmph.” The Destroyer scoffed, following the crafty raccoon towards the local dive bar on Knowhere.

Dodgeball champion.

“Whatever is their strongest libation.” The Destroyer said as he approached the bar counter.