Narrator: (It was a few months after Peter Quill named Rocket the captain of the New Guardians of the Galaxy. The sound of rapid pitter pattering could be heard coming from the Captain's Apartment in Knowhere, as Rocket, frantically looked through his bedroom after having searched the kitchen, workshop, and living room to find the scarf Peter gave him before moving back to Earth to live with his grandfather after the whole fiasco with saving Rocket's life after Adam Warlock mortally wounded him, prompting the Guardians to break into Orgocorp to steal the information to save Rocket, which led to the guardians defeating the High Evolutionary. The scarf has since become his most prized possession, often wrapping himself in it and sniffing it to comfort himself with Peter's scent, like the man was holding him in his arms)

Rocket: Flarkin' Hell! Where is that damn thing?!? (I looked under my mattress fer' the third time, worry mounting in my chest) Pete's never goin' to forgive me for losin' it... Why'd I have to lose it? (After a few more minutes of lookin', I sat down on my bed and put my face in my hands) I'm sorry, Pete... I let ya' down... (I couldn't help the tears that began runnin' down my face and down the fur at the end of my chin which I've grown out over the last few months and braided into a single braided goatee which was threaded through an custom ornamental Groot bead, a generic red bead and two metal nuts from my workshop as decoration, remindin' me that I cut visual communication with Peter while maintainin' audio communication just so I could grow this thing and surprise him with a big reveal)