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[nostalgiabomb]

You've reached the voicemail of Star-Lord. Hit me with your best shot. Or— crap, wait, I should've quoted "Call Me" instead. Aw, dammit. Is it too late to— [ BEEP ] [ text | video | voice | action ] gif credit

USERNAME star.lord RESIDENCE community housing: floor 13, room 4 OCCUPATION perimeter guard: surveyor / salvage & repair specialist

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[madeupnames]

[Oh, that's...! Really nice, actually. He looks humbled.

But then he decides to be a goof, so he doesn't get sappy.]

I dunno, that sounds like a terrible time for you. Patrolling is where I get all my weird shower thoughts. Like when I realized Centaurs have two rib cages. Or how cell phones are this generation's pocket watches. And what exactly is a snail's goal in life? Where's it going?

[nostalgiabomb]

Or why Goofy gets to wear clothes and have a house while Pluto is Mickey's pet?

[ listen, kid, Peter has 100% been there. ]

Yeah, I get it.

[madeupnames]

[........... His eyes go all round at this new revelation.]

Dude.

[That translates to: holy shit you're right, what the fuck is up with that???]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ That coaxes a quick huff of a laugh from Peter, and he nods a little. Right?!?!? ]

It's totally messed up, isn't it?

[madeupnames]

I'm really worried about Pluto now.

What if he's like Goofy, but they make him act like that? Oh my god, that's so creepy.

Someone should call the authorities.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ There's a beat of silence. Then, with a flat, shellshocked delivery, ]

What the hell, I never even thought of that.

[ what a dark and horrifying place your head is, little pete ]