“Quill, my nose is so much better than yours it’s like you ain’t got one. I smell fine.” Duh. Despite the no judgement, Rocket took another slug. “An’ yeah, I’m plannin’ on way past shitfaced today. Maybe tomorrow too. Then I start teachin’ a girl how to make bombs an’ puckin’ up other allies an’ shit. I know to to do fuckin’ prison, Quill. Number 25’s the kind where ya hafta play nice t’get anyplace. I’m not doin’ that sober today.”