You're tellin' me. [Rocket tries to sink his teeth in the scarecrow's... general throat area as it flails and tries to keep itself from falling over, and only gets a mouthful of straw for his efforts. It's not that he likes tearing out the throats of jerks that try to kill him, but it might have made this a little more dignified if he'd gotten some blood and gore out of it.
Seeing the silvery blade out of the corner of his eyes as he's jerked around, gets an idea.]
Get the scythe, dude! [Because maybe without its weapon, it'll be a little more amenable to its own demise.]
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Seeing the silvery blade out of the corner of his eyes as he's jerked around, gets an idea.]
Get the scythe, dude! [Because maybe without its weapon, it'll be a little more amenable to its own demise.]