Gamora waved at the camera. "Hi: the current chapter is ongoing. It's not like it isn't being written: there are already over 15000 words in the upcoming half of the memories arch, and it's not half finished yet. And nothing bad has happened. It's just… This is a big one. The author can't seem to break it up neatly and it a way that does it justice with good sized chapters that end neatly, and there's a lot of stuff going on in this chapter. Thank you all for your patience." She looked down at Rocket. "You do know you can move, right? The Collector hasn't got us here, we're outside the main cannon."
"Not taking that risk." He muttered, rubbing at his cramping legs. "I mean, look at what happened to the last guy…. Uggg, hate to be the guy why has to clean that mess up. "
"Yeah well, they were warned not to turn around. Can... can I get you a chair? Just looking at you is making my back ache?"
Rocket paused. "Could you please? I can't feel my tail anymore. "
Gamora winked to the camera. "Author still writing away, update soon." She said, walking away to get the chair and hitting pay on the tape deck as she passed it.
Awsome Mix tape Vol 2: Elton John, I'm still standing.
Rocket snarled. "Not funny Gammy!"
