Yeah, tell me about it. One second I’m minding my own business, next I end up in the land of Fantasia, and all my stuff is busted.
[ And that had been a blow, finding his blasters and jets and even his mask rendered into little more than fancy paperweights. The worst shock had been desperately hitting play on his well-worn Walkman and receiving little more than a pleasant click in response.
So, yeah. Peter is really fucking unhappy, and doing poorly at keeping a lid on it. ]
Name’s Peter Quill. People call me Star-Lord.
[ No. No, they really don’t. Mostly, they call him “Space Lord” or “Star Prince” or “Get back here with that, you little prick,” but it never hurts to dream. ]
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[ And that had been a blow, finding his blasters and jets and even his mask rendered into little more than fancy paperweights. The worst shock had been desperately hitting play on his well-worn Walkman and receiving little more than a pleasant click in response.
So, yeah. Peter is really fucking unhappy, and doing poorly at keeping a lid on it. ]
Name’s Peter Quill. People call me Star-Lord.
[ No. No, they really don’t. Mostly, they call him “Space Lord” or “Star Prince” or “Get back here with that, you little prick,” but it never hurts to dream. ]