[Video, post-tinker tailor, pre-murderworld]

[frickingguardian]

[Hey, look, it's Rocket! Rocket with a bunch of flowers using him as a jungle gym. He doesn't seem to care, at least at the moment.]

I'm back. Have I mentioned I'm getting kind of sick of breaking out of prisons? Because I am. It gets a little tedious after awhile.

[A flower falls off his head-with all the grace of a bag of cement-and he catches it, sighing a bit.]

Anyway. Whoever took care of the flowers while I was gone, thanks. None of them died, gold star and no getting shot at for you. Congratulations.

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[whyarewehere]

[ Grif squints at him, as if he's really suspicious. He's only teasing, but... ]