(Based on the Guardians of the Galaxy franchise. No spoilers other than the main cast of the movie and their personalities. This takes place with teenage Groot, by the way. And, hey, here's a nice break from all the dark and emotional things I could come up with. Yeah, put that soul away, nobody wants to see that. Ew.)
"Jeeenny don't change your number! 867-5309!" Peter was flying and listening to music. And singing. Loudly. "867-5309!"
"Peter," Rocket growled after two hours of this same song playing on a loop. "Change the music, or I SWEAR TO ODIN I'M GONNA SHOVE A WATERMELON DOWN YOUR THROAT-"
"Jeeeny, I got your number! III need to make you mine!"
"I am Groot!" Groot helpfully added to the conversation.
"They aren't wrong, Peter." Gamora stated. "It does get old."
"867-5309! 867-5309! 867-5309!" Gamora rolled her eyes. Rocket lept out of the co-pilots seat, and Groot stretched his arms to restrain him from painting Quill's face with scratches. Peter mockingly continued, while Rocket drained his arsenal of curse-words in the background. "I got it!-I got it! I got it!-I got it!"
Meanwhile, Drax silently pulled up a holographic keypad from the computer in front of him and began typing. Everyone stared towards him in curiosity. A man's voice said "Hello?"
"Hello," Drax asked in his deep manly vocals. "Is this Jenny?"
Peter's eyes widened. "Oh God, Drax, no, it's a song! Just a song!"
Drax didn't hear Quill's comment over a combination of Rocket's cackling like a madman, "IIIII am Grooooot..." in a very sarcastic tone of voice, and the man's reply to his call.
"Sorry, Jenny? I don't know anyone by that name. You must have the wrong number."
"Oh, my apologies." Drax hung up.
Rocket kept laughing for a good minute. Eventually he stopped, stood up and cleared his throat. "A-he-hem. Now that that's over-"
"Hello? Is this Jenny?" Rocket burst out laughing once more as Drax called the same number. "I attempted to call you once before, but entered the wrong combination."
"No, this is the same person." He answered. "Sorry."
"But, it cannot be. 8, 6, 7, 5, 3, 0, 9! That is the number in Peter Quill's serenade for you!"
"DRAX!" Peter whispered. "DRAX, NO!"
"Serenade?"
"Yes, it is a lovely song."
"I am Groot!"
"Drax, stop it! Hang! Up!"
"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-"
"I'm so sorry, you must have the wrong number." The stranger put down his cell, hanging up the call.
Peter groaned. "Ohhh, Drax..."
Rocket calmed down.
"I am sorry, Star-Lord." Drax said. "It appears Jenny has changed her number."
