[Rocket gives it a good two-legged kick in the general solar plexus area at the same time, leaving the evil scarecrow wide open to being disarmed. This time it really does topple over with Rocket still on top of it.
And that's when the crows came.
Unable to celebrate a victory with cawing, pecking little fuckers trying to go for his eyes, Rocket can only yank his goggles down to protect himself and start running.] Okay, screw this. We're outta here.
[He's calling stealing the scythe a victory and no one can judge him.]
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And that's when the crows came.
Unable to celebrate a victory with cawing, pecking little fuckers trying to go for his eyes, Rocket can only yank his goggles down to protect himself and start running.] Okay, screw this. We're outta here.
[He's calling stealing the scythe a victory and no one can judge him.]