I gasp for air, coming out of the water.

Ugh. Well then...

I make my way onto a bed of rocks. Shaking the water off of my fur, I start to complain in a mocking voice.

"We'll go to Earth and see if Captain Marvel needs our help. Earth is great. You'll love it, Rocket."

Great, my ass. This planet sucks. Clothes're gone. Stuck in my flarkin' gloves 'n' underwear.

I lay on my side for a moment, propped up by one arm, the other clutching the flare gun in my hand. Why'd they even make a gun like this? It sucks!

Where the heck even am I?

I stare up at this green... god statue? Must be some god those stinkin' humies worship.

Flarkin' hell. I should get a move on– hm?

I make eye contact with you, standing by on the brick platform surrounding the base of the statue.