"Neat? Neat?! What is that supposed to mean?" The raccoon, otherwise known as Rocket, shouts.
"It's just an expression," Peter attempts to calm him down. He quickly turns to face me. "But, yeah, what the hell do you mean by 'neat'? We saved the galaxy and we also just saved your ass back there."
"Oh, no, I am thankful for that and appreciate what you did for me," I raise my hands in defence. "But you guys did kind of blow up my ship."
"That is my fault," Drax announces, settling down onto one of the seats that have been formed in a circle. "I'm sorry, it was the only thing I could think of doing to stop the creatures attacking."
"Right," I sigh. "So I have no ship, no way of travelling and I've also lost the equipment that I had to deliver. Great."
I fold my arms across my chest and stand in the middle of the room, watching the so called 'Guardians' wander around the ship and
The four played for a few hours. Thomas was almost out of cash, Sora was out of cas