"Well, good for you, jackass. Maybe you should try gettin' outta my way for good!" Since right at that moment, in Rocket's mind he was painting a giant bullseye on the humie's face. If he couldn't kill him now, he'd kill him later. He just really needed some weapons.

That last comment had Rocket confused, though. "The hell's that supposed to mean? I've always been out in the Keystone quadrant, I didn't travel out there for shits an' giggles."