Guardians of the Galaxy Page #3

but these ones here,

they're corrupt and cruel.

But, hey, that's not my problem.

I ain't gonna be here long.

I've escaped 22 prisons.

This one's no different.

You're lucky the broad showed up,

because otherwise, me and Groot

would be collecting

that bounty right now,

and you'd be getting drawn and

quartered by Yondu and those Ravagers.

I've had a lot of folks try

to kill me over the years.

I ain't about to be brought down

by a tree and a talking raccoon.

Hold.

- What's a raccoon?

- "What's a raccoon?"

It's what you are, stupid.

Ain't no thing like me, except me.

So, this Orb has a real

shiny blue suitcase,

Ark of the Covenant,

Maltese Falcon sort of vibe.

- What is it?

- I am Groot.

So what? What's the Orb?

I have no words for an honorless thief.

Pretty high and mighty coming from

the lackey of a genocidal maniac.

Yeah, I know who you are.

- Anyone who's anyone knows who you are.

- Yeah, we know who you are.

- Who is she?

- I am Groot.

Yeah, you said that.

I wasn't retrieving the Orb

for Ronan. I was betraying him.

I had an agreement to

sell it to a third party.

I am Groot.

Well, that's just as fascinating as

the first 89 times you told me that.

What is wrong with Giving Tree, here?

Well, he don't know talking

good like me and you.

So his vocabulistics is limited

to "I" and "am" and "Groot."

Exclusively in that order.

I tell you what, that's gonna

wear real thin, real fast.

Hey. Put that away.

Hey!

Listen to me, you big blue bastard.

Take those headphones off.

That's mine. Those belong to impound.

That tape and that player is mine!

Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede, 1973.

That song belongs to me!

- You first! You first!

- Murderer!

Coming for you first, Gamora!

You're dead!

You're scum! You're scum!

It's like I said,

she's got a rep.

A lot of prisoners here

have lost their families

to Ronan and his goons.

She'll last a day, tops.

Murderer!

The guards will protect her, right?

They're here to stop us from getting out.

They don't care what we

do to each other inside.

Whatever nightmares the future holds,

are dreams compared

to what's behind me.

Check out the new meat.

I'm gonna slather you

up in Gunavian jelly,

and go to town...

Let's make something clear.

This one here is our booty!

You wanna get to him,

you go through us!

Or, more accurately,

we go through you.

I'm with them.

I hate you.

No cell's gonna protect you for long.

You're dead!

Dead!

Take her down to the showers.

It'll be easier to clean

up the blood down there.

Quill, where you going?

Quill.

Quill!

Gamora, consider this a death sentence

for your crimes against the galaxy.

You dare?

You know who I am, yes?

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