#chattext

From a time with teen Peter when he still tried shit...

Peter: [from behind a corner where he can't be seen] *starts whistling a song anytime he hears footsteps*

Crew: [with mortal terror on their faces] *hastily shoves each other out of the way to to go in the other direction at a dead sprint*

Peter: *laughs himself sick*

*hears more footsteps* *starts whistling again*

[theres a sharp whistle and an arrow in front of his face]

Yondu: 'N just /what/ do ya think yer doin' boy?

Yondu: [standing on the bridge in front of where his chair is supposed to be. There is a lack of a chair.]

Ain't these things bolted to the floor? Who stole my dagum chair!

*pauses*

BOY!