They are in the dessert. And Star-Lord, dressed in his ever so spacey outfit is riding a camel. He is whistling the song Whistle, despite how ironic it is. Nobody whistled along with him. Probably because they are all boiling in their own sweat.
"I have no idea what I'm doing," Peter Quill says suddenly out of nowhere, "but I'm doing it very very well,"
"We're going nowhere!" Rocket yells from behind.
"We are going somewhere!" Peter yells back, "It's just we don't know where we're going,"
"It's not like there's any difference,"
"There is. I'm doing something very well while you're just complaining behind me. Now shut up before we encounter big snakes,"
Nobody argued with his statement. Satisfied, Star-Lord turns back to face the front.
"If this is going to be a movie," he begins, hands stretched out in front of him to picture the scene. Everybody groans except for Tiny Groot. Meanwhile, Drax nods knowingly.
"This is going to be a very bad movie," he continues. "Like I mean, the Guardians of the Galaxy, stuck in the desert riding camels. Not even PG-13!"
"Great, now he's worried that our movie won't reach PG-13," Rocket mumbles.
"So how worried should I be?" Peter asks, fully ignoring Rocket's remarks. "Should I be very worried or severely worried?"
"What? About us stuck in the desert or the movie becoming PG or PG-13?" Gamora finally says something after the long while of Peter whistling Whistle.
"Both," Peter replies, making some weird motion with his hands. "Wait, how do you make your hands into the shape of a dinosaur again? I forgot,"
"The heat's getting to him," Rocket whispers to Drax. Drax nods knowingly.
"And then Strange said to me, 'Take the portal to the right!' I thought he was joking so I took the portal to the left. It was opposite day that day actually." Star-Lord rambles on, still making his weird hand motions of deranged dinosaurs.
"I think we should try calling for help," Gamora insists, "if we keep on going on like this, we're going to die in this death sand,"
"Desert!" Peters corrects.
"Desert," Gamora says, "perhaps we can shoot something in the sky? Contact a nearby person or…"
"We are not contacting any other persons!" Star-Lord declares, one finger up in the air to stress his thoughts. "We are completing this on our own! And wait did I just say persons?"
Gamora rolls her eyes. Drax nods knowingly. Peter continues his ramble of thoughts.
"…and I was like, whoa,portal! I asked Strange for ice cream and then—AW SHIT IT'S A FUCKING SNAKE!" Star Lord suddenly screams out of nowhere. As if electrified, the so-called 'awesome guardian of the galaxy' leaps out of his camel screaming and running around like a two-year old, apart from the fact that he is, at the same time, shouting obscenities at the unseen snake, going somewhere along the lines of: "shitedy shit shit,"
"Uh… I think we should call the emergency help," Gamora says as both of them watch Peter screaming his head off. He is now rolling on the floor trying to get the snake off him, patting his pants and jacket to check for any long, slithery thing. Rocket only stares at the screaming man, rubbing his chin like the old man in the movies, thinking hard.
"Oh! I know," Rocket suddenly says, holding up one finger, an imaginary light-bulb popping up above his head.
"What?" Gamora asks.
"We should call this movie: How to act when you see a snake in the desert," Rocket says in a matter of fact. "You go like this:-"
"AWW SHIT ITS ANOHER FUCKING SNAKE!" Peter yells.
Gamora smiles. "I like that name," she says, nodding, "I like that name, very much,"
