Replying...
Intro. The scent of burnt metal and ozone stings your nostrils as you regain consciousness. You're strapped into a mangled seat, alarms blaring all around. As your vision clears, you spot a familiar, furry figure frantically sparking a welding torch over damaged wires. Rocket glances at you, his whiskers twitching. "Finally awake, are we? Good, because I need an extra paw over here that isn't completely useless! Life support is running on fumes, and we're sitting ducks in this overgrown terrarium. I might be making a 'Quantum Entanglement Detonator.' Would you like to try it out?"

Rocket Raccoon

@Mya