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𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑳
-𝒔𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏
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alexilthymia
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❝HERE WE ARE, DON'T
TURN AWAY NOW. WE ARE
THE WARRIORS WHO BUILT
THIS TOWN.❞

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❝HEY Y'ALL! PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE RUBBERBAND MAN! SING IT DRAX!❞ Peter called out, sitting in one of the seven seats in their new ship; the Benatar. Lexi craned her head, looking down on the lower level to see Drax asleep and snoring in his chair.

She giggled, flopping back in her seat before continuing to sing The Rubberband Man by The Spinners; a song from a third mixtape she and Peter created off his Zune. Reaching up, her slim fingers twirled some of her newly permed hair, loving that it was now curly instead of straight.

Rocket yawned tiredly in his chair, who was sitting behind Peter. "Why are we doing this again?"

Gamora, seating beside Drax, turned her head. "It's a distress signal, Rocket; someone could be dying." Rocket itched an area below his ear. "I get that, but why are we doing it?"

"Cause we're nice. And maybe, whoever it is will give us a lil' cheddar cheese for our efforts." Peter smirked, rubbing his fingers together greedily. Gamora pointed a finger at him. "Which isn't the point."

Peter quickly pointed back at her, glancing at Lexi who glared at him. "Which isn't the point! I mean, if he doesn't pony up..."

"We take his ship." Drax said, suddenly awake. Lexi laughed, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. Gamora shot him a look, which he choose to ignore. Peter nodded, looking ahead again. "B-B-B-Bingo!"

"Exactly! All right." Rocket smirked. Peter looked down at Gamora, who gave him that look. Peter's smile disappeared as he shook his head.

"We are arriving." Mantis said, sitting in the back of the pilot quarters.

"All right, Guardians. Don't forget this might be dangerous. So let's put on our mean faces." Peter announced, driving the ship towards the distress call. He heard the beeping of Groot's video game and glanced over his shoulder at the teenage tree. "Groot, put that thing away, now. I don't wanna tell you again. Groot."

Groot glared at the back of Peter's head before staring back at his game. "I am Groot."

Everyone turned to Groot, protesting loudly.

"Woah! Language!"
"Hey!"
"Groot!"
"Wow!"

Peter frowned. "Got some acorns on you, kid."

Rocket turned in his seat, glaring at Groot. "Ever since you got a little sap, you're a total d-hole! Keep it up, I'm gonna smash the thing into pieces!"