#jay bls

“.........h........h—Wait we kickin’ Rocket’s ass?” Wheeze. “Yeah, I’ll fuck ‘em up.” Rocket? Nah, after you’ve faced an army of enraged Karens, it’s like dessert. A lil’ sweet to nicely finish the meal. He’s seen hell now, he can survive ANYTHING.

“................but you do have eyes, right?” Jay, that’s not the point.

“Boba has chunks of tapioca in it but is a beverage. SO THEREFORE, SOUP...”

“Wait does he have an arm buffer than the other. Does he? Like, with the amount of jACKIN HIS OWN EGO OFF I wouldn’t be surprised if he beat th’meat just. That much.”

“Ain’t ya ever stopped an’ looked at th’sky even in daylight and thought of how many worlds are out there? That’s fucked up. Humblin’, I’ll give it t’ya, but it’s fuckin’ scary. We’ll never see half of that world ‘fore our ole buddy sun blows itself up. Who knows what’s there. Space is amazin’. It’s scary A.F., but it’s so fuckin’ cool. Also makes y’think of your. Y’know, own mortality. An’ how people are stupid for believin’ in destiny, ‘cause really. Look at the sky. Tell me what we’re doin’ here matters in th’grand scheme of things. People should stop worryin’ ‘bout this, we’re just goin’ at over 100,000 km/h on a rock. In space. ‘Round a tiny ass star. Cause there’s MANY of ‘em that are WAYYY bigger. So how ‘bout that an’ thinkin’ that WE matter, huh?”

“I mean what y'do with your body is none of my business but please don’t manspread if you gonna wear a skirt.”