[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

[frickingguardian]

Been meaning to, but you know how many restrictions there are with some places and getting plants outta them? It's ridiculous. And that's before I make it so they can attack people!

[headinjuries]

...I wasn't really thinking about that.

[ Space cop or no, it's not like he ever learned about interstellar import restrictions. ]

So like when border patrol gets all up on your butt if you try to bring a tomato back into the country?