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[sonywalkman]

Look, this "You killed my father, prepare to die" routine is all well and good (and yawn worthy), but I have an idea.

[In the back of his mind, he's thinking of Rocket telling him this is absolutely stupid, but then, so is this whole scenario. Dumb raccoon, being probably right. The inner-conflict registers on his face, but he doesn't remark on any of it. The "probably right" doesn't matter. Not in the face of (maybe) living.]

I don't know what happened, I don't even really care what happened. But I sure like living, so just...hear me out. We challenge them.

[He shakes his head, and his other hand at the MID.] Not like how you're thinking though. As a distraction. Seriously, two words, and just think about it alright?

Dance off.

[Yes, he does, in fact, look entirely serious about this.]

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[gladiumetscutum]

[ Oh, she picks up on the scoff. That, paired with his response, only increases her amusement. ]

I didn't say that it was about winning. I suppose it could catch them off guard, but it seems unlikely that it would last longer than a few moments.

You have actual experience with this strategy working?

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[sonywalkman]

Of course I do. [Which was a desperate pull, not part of the plan, and an accident, but who cares about that?] I'd be a pretty shitty guardian of the galaxy if I let some dude kill it, wouldn't I?

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[gladiumetscutum]

You saved a whole galaxy by dancing?

[ No, she doesn't sound like she honestly believes that. ]

Those must be some skills you have.