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[furryflarkinfiend]

[Rocket was pretty much convinced this was some sort of mess up. His passport must have screwed up and he'd ended up across the galaxy or something.

Because what other explanation was there?

Sure he'd been told what this place and he'd been given his 'welcome' items, or whatever you wanted to call them but no. It was a joke. A weird joke.

Wouldn't be the first time he'd ended up on a strange planet.

....Right?]

Ignoring that explanation I was given that I really don't feel too flarkin' inclined to believe, anyone want to tell me what's going on?

[He finally activated the communicator he'd been given, his ears laying back slightly as his tail flicks about irritably.]

Where am I and how do I get out of here? I don't have time for this.

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[bunnivore]

... You're talking.

[ wiping off the drool she points out the obvious, only because she isn't going to blurt out 'CAN I EAT YOU?' or something like that. he's very lucky this is a video or else she might not even ask. ]

[furryflarkinfiend]

Of course I'm talking! What do you want me to do? Stare at the video?

[bunnivore]

[ she wants you on her plate with maybe some salt, okay. her eyes still sparkle from imagining how good he'd taste... until he sasses her. ]

Shut up! Anyways, you're stuck on the moon so you shouldn't ignore what people told you. [ not that she paid any attention to the lady when she first got here. ] Got it?

[furryflarkinfiend]

[Did she just--?

Rocket growls softly but forces himself to stay calm, crossing his arms instead.]

Yeah and that doesn't tell me much of anything!

[bunnivore]

Okay, fine. Then I guess we'll have a talk

[ too smug for this world. ]

What do you want to know, Furry? And be more specific if you want a good answer.

[furryflarkinfiend]

[Oh he doesn't like you. At all.]

Why am I here? How did I get here? How do I get home?

[bunnivore]

You're not going home, they won't let us.

[ a grunt as it is clear she's not pleased about this news either. ]

As far as I'm concerned those stupid power hungry idiots are just bringing us here to mess with us.

[furryflarkinfiend]

[Insert annoyed growl here.]

So someone--or multiple someones--have a little too much power and time on their hands and decided to mess with time and space.

Can't they find other hobbies?

[bunnivore]

This is why we should find them and beat them up!

[ although she's not exactly allowed to do that... gilbert's watching her, like a meddling meddler. ]

[furryflarkinfiend]

...If only it were that easy, mate. If only.

[bunnivore]

[ 'well you're talking food so anything is possible'—

i mean. ]

Tch... hey so, what's your name?