It's times like these, Rocket really wishes he brought his gun. There's always a reason to bring a gun, even when you don't think you need one. Like now. When there's a robot in front of his screen.
He doesn't have a particular fondness for robots. Half-World had its share and he's sure most of his cybernetics were cobbled together from bits of them, which is probable cause to be a bit disdainful. This robot, however, is... kinda pathetic. It doesn't have legs. It doesn't have much of a functional purpose beyond BLOCKING THE SCREEN.
Rocket scowls and tries to get a book beyond the robot beachball in his way. "Dude, I'm only gonna say this politely once. Move your metallic approximation of an ass."
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He doesn't have a particular fondness for robots. Half-World had its share and he's sure most of his cybernetics were cobbled together from bits of them, which is probable cause to be a bit disdainful. This robot, however, is... kinda pathetic. It doesn't have legs. It doesn't have much of a functional purpose beyond BLOCKING THE SCREEN.
Rocket scowls and tries to get a book beyond the robot beachball in his way. "Dude, I'm only gonna say this politely once. Move your metallic approximation of an ass."
That was definitely as polite as he can get.