Now Cynder takes on Rocket. Let's do this!
Rocket: Do you have any idea what it's like to be torn apart and stitched back together?!
Cynder: Believe it or not, I do. How do you think I got these blades?
Rocket: Whoa.
Cynder: You know as well as I do mercenary work isn't your best field.
Rocket: Okay then. If you know me so well, what is?
Cynder: I'd say Research and Development.
Rocket: All we need to get out of here is a few batteries, a bit of glue, and one of your wing blades.
Cynder: Good luck removing them, they were welded there.
Rocket: Okay, it's not funny anymore.
Cynder: Up for a run to Nidavellir?
Rocket: Nidavellir?! You know I'm up for that! What sort of crazy weapon is on the docket?
Cynder: No weapons involved, I was just getting some armor repaired.
Rocket: Your idea of heroism is almost sickeningly saccharine. What did these people ever do but hurt you?
Cynder: They did nothing wrong. They're right to distrust me. But I don't care.
Rocket: Okay, that was deeper than I was expecting.
Cynder: Wait, how do you understand Groot exactly?
Rocket: No idea. One day I just understood what he was saying.
Cynder: You just guess, don't you?
Rocket: You think you lost people? I lost the only friends I've ever had!
Cynder: So did I, not to mention my entire family!
Rocket: Okay, that was just dark...
Cynder: So, what's next for you, sweet rabbit?
Rocket: Remind me to take Thor's eye back for spreading that around.
Cynder: Come on, it's funny. Admit it!
And that wraps up Rocket. Our tale is wrapping up quickly, not much remains. But rest assured, the next Sunday project is already in the works, and has been for some time. And trust me, I have that feeling everyone will love it when it comes up. But anyways, our final Hero takes the stage next time. So be sure to tune in for that! Same time... same channel!