"You're. Making. Me. Kick. This. Grass!" Rocket growled. When he finally got at least some of his frustration out of his system he rounded on the two of them. "Fine! So how exactly do we do this? Cause I got no clue how the three of us can get our friends back from an army of Ravagers!"
His old partner rubbed the part of his face that would have been a chin and then spoke thoughtfully. "I am Groot?"
"You're an idiot! Like that would work!" Rocket rubbed his eyes with his little paws. "Ask them he says. Why would they just let them go because we asked them to?"
"I am Groot."
"Of course they're not nice people!"
"I have a plan," Drax said.
Rocket stared at the tattooed maniac. "You've got a plan?"
"Did I not just state so?"
"Oh this should be good. Fine, let's hear it."
"We track down the abductors of Quill and Gamora and then demand they hand them over to us. If they do not we destroy them with the device that can blow up moons."
"Groot!"
"I agree, that's crazy."
"Do you have a better alternative little furry one?"
Rocket gave a frustrated grunt. "No. Fine then, we'll go with your plan."
Drax nodded. "Also, we should give them until the count of five before obliterating them."
"Fine," Rocket snapped. "Now let's get going. We have to track them down before the two of them get spaced."
The three of them started heading back to the Milano.
"I am Groot?"
"No, I don't have the keys. Quill has them. I'll just hotwire the thing."
"How will heating the wires help us pilot the ship?"
Rocket kicked another clump of innocent grass.