[ Truthfully, Rocket's got no real feelings one way or another where the goats are concerned. There are a lot of 'em, and they're loud and kinda stupid, but they don't do anything to deliberately tick him off, and his roommates seem to be fond of them too.
As such, he goes by a 'live and let live' kind of policy.
But when he starts to pick up on the presence of a too-many-limbed creature terrorizing the goats and then killing them (the panicked bleats and the struggle of hoofs against the growling and patter of hands and feet against the ground is a dead giveaway), Rocket is suddenly instilled with the need to defend those that can't really defend themselves. This apparently applies to dumb goats.
And this is what being a Guardian of the Galaxy (and former part-time Avenger) does to you, apparently. Ugh. ]
Hey! Knock that off!
[ He's a 3'-1" creature without his trusty big ol' blaster guns, but yeah, sure, that's fine. He's wiley and agile, and at the very least he's got a couple of small blades he'd picked up at the Vermilion Court; he'll figure something out. ]
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As such, he goes by a 'live and let live' kind of policy.
But when he starts to pick up on the presence of a too-many-limbed creature terrorizing the goats and then killing them (the panicked bleats and the struggle of hoofs against the growling and patter of hands and feet against the ground is a dead giveaway), Rocket is suddenly instilled with the need to defend those that can't really defend themselves. This apparently applies to dumb goats.
And this is what being a Guardian of the Galaxy (and former part-time Avenger) does to you, apparently. Ugh. ]
Hey! Knock that off!
[ He's a 3'-1" creature without his trusty big ol' blaster guns, but yeah, sure, that's fine. He's wiley and agile, and at the very least he's got a couple of small blades he'd picked up at the Vermilion Court; he'll figure something out. ]
What the hell are you anyway?