1⊕ curiouscaution
"-AND ANOTHER APPROACHES. WHAT KIND OF PLANET IS THIS. GAAAAAAUGH!!!"
Rocket "gently" knocks his noggin against a strange looking wrench. He swears, if another marshmallow alienoid walks around looking just as boring and plain as the last, he's going to lose it.
It hits him then. Is this a planet where you go to lose your sanity? Is this how he's going to lose it? Walking around in an area where things are all the same blasted color and the civilians are replicas?
Possibly. He's stopped batting himself and simply pushes the metal object against his forehead. At least the cold metal feels somewhat nice.
"Alright. ALRIGHT. What do ya want?! If it's food, you can forget it, I don't got anything but a gun- MY gun. MINE."










