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[getoffmyearth]

"Hi, you've reached Star-Lord. I'm probably off saving the universe right now. If it's an emergency, keep trying and I'll get back to you when I'm done rescuing the galaxy and not dying horribly. Otherwise, leave a message and I'll get to it.........when I get to it."



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[getoffmyearth]

Ok, that was my second guess.

[He really wanted it to be like, informant or something. But hey, they've got Phyla and Moondragon, it's not like this is anything to sneeze over.]

Well I'm here anyway, and you contacted me, so you might be stuck with me.

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[gevurah]

I can live with that.

[ If Peter hadn't been an astronaut or anyone with actual experience, he would have been another nameless, faceless Transport to her. ]

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[getoffmyearth]

Good.

Anyway, re: the suits, I don't mind handing one over to you. But I'm dead serious about not going out there alone.

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[gevurah]

Who said I was going alone?

[ Hi, Peter you are stuck with this rude woman for life. ]

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[getoffmyearth]

Well, I do still take my warning about cabin fever seriously. Even if no one else does.

[Just what he always wanted. Actually, though, those tend to be good for him. Some of his best friends are rude...women...........they're rude anyway.]

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[gevurah]

I'm used to living in cramped quarters.

[ USMA was not cramped like this. ]

We should head out there ASAP with Beetle.

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[getoffmyearth]

Me too.

[There was no way Knowhere required this much living like sardines.]

No training first? You're ballsy.

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[gevurah]

I'll hold on tight.

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[getoffmyearth]

I want it on record that I probably could have found a really awful joke in that, and refrained from trying.

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[gevurah]

Thanks.