Rocket shrugged. "Y'know, sensible species that keep their gonads on the inside worry about'em way fuckin' less. But on account'a your stupid-ass species, you gotta project your weird cocktail hors d'oeuvre li'l pinkie shit on the rest of us. Sing a new song, Tweetie Bird," thank you Quill for your endless Earth culture puke, "this one's only makin' you look an' sound like a moron, an' you need zero help with that."