[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.

Comments

[jonesiseverywhere]

So are cats and they can still get up on a sink and turn on the faucet. Jus' sayin'.

[frickingguardian]

Seriously, they really ain't that bright. Look at 'em. They're little brightly-colored idiots.

[Rocket gestures at the flowers, who watch his hand and wiggle petals and laves at him. One hops and tries to catch his hand, only to land face-first. Flower-first?]

[jonesiseverywhere]

[...Seriously?]

Yeeeeeah, still pretty cat-like. Did ya show them where water comes from?

[frickingguardian]

They know it comes from the..I don't know the gardening term for the thing. The thing with the spout. ...I got some fountains around here, but I think they're kinda afraid of falling in. One bit of common sense they did get.