[Rocket's many pockets finally yield a handful of pebbles and a detonator.] Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about.
[He hurls the pebbles, which embed themselves on the scarecrow's body like mites, rather than just passing through harmlessly. The scarecrow's expression doesn't change, seemingly amused at this latest attempt to fail at subduing it.
Rocket, because his sense of drama sometimes overrides everything else, waits until right when it raises the scythe again and hits the detonator.
Several tiny concentrated fiery explosions detonate wherever those tiny bombs were, ripping the scarecrow asunder into so many separate, burning pieces.] This is how you get charged with arson as many times as I have. Sometimes you just can't get anywhere without blowin' somethin' to hell.
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[He hurls the pebbles, which embed themselves on the scarecrow's body like mites, rather than just passing through harmlessly. The scarecrow's expression doesn't change, seemingly amused at this latest attempt to fail at subduing it.
Rocket, because his sense of drama sometimes overrides everything else, waits until right when it raises the scythe again and hits the detonator.
Several tiny concentrated fiery explosions detonate wherever those tiny bombs were, ripping the scarecrow asunder into so many separate, burning pieces.] This is how you get charged with arson as many times as I have. Sometimes you just can't get anywhere without blowin' somethin' to hell.