[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

[headinjuries]

I like to think I did a pretty good job for being from the State That Water Forgot.

[ You bet Sam wanted to make sure he wasn't going to get shot at. WATER THEM PLAAAAANTS ]

Welcome back.

[whyarewehere]

So does that mean you just intend to shoot at the rest of us, or...?

[ Grif knows who he's dealing with and is going to err on the side of apprehension. ]

[jonesiseverywhere]

Can't teach flowers to take care of themselves?