[Rocket sniffs the air.] Okay, creepy vibe, aside. How bad can some dude made out of- what is that? [He sniffs the air again and then sneezes.] Straw. Seriously? I've been fightin' outriders with hide like a ship's hull. This is nothing. [He rolls his eyes.] It figures. This place is all atmosphere and no subst-

[And then, suddenly, Rocket barely misses being cut in half by a scythe that comes from out of nowhere. The only thing that saves him is that he's clearly shorter than the scarecrow anticipated, but boy that jump scare was effective.]