[ Yeah, Rocket's still not overly fond of gods, not unless he can count himself among them — and even then, it ain't about the godhood but the stuff he can do as a god. He can do without the added responsibility, and he can definitely do without the spawn that come from failing to do a good job as a god.

But after all the shit that happened and being stuck underground and overhearing the repeated chants of prayers from those trapped with them, and after the goddamned goats spouting out a whole lot of godly nonsense, he's equally as ready to start hitting something — and for a good cause too. ]

I got a whole ass bag full of 'em. I left the bigger ones out today, on account of ... you know, not wanting to blow the settlements up. But I still got a ton of leftover grenades from last mingle.

[ They're simple but effective, using all manner of resource that Solvunn has to offer, so they're certainly not to Rocket's usual craftsmanship. They're still damned good though.

He fishes a couple out and passes them over to Nebula. ]