User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-5837525-20160422012153

(Decibelle exhales a light embarrassed chuckle, feeling like she conveyed the wrong image about herself.)

Smythe: Hm. Don't say I didn't warn you.

(Smythe guides Chance to the containment cell for Test Subject G-15 -- a Pegasus mare who appears to have grown giant spider legs out of the base of her wings. As she turns to face Smythe and Chance on the other side of the glass, she exposes her muzzle-turned-mandibles.)

G-15: ''...Foooooood... Sooooo huuuuungryyyyy...''

Smythe: Mr. Chance? Meet Autumn McColt.

Gamora: What are you saying? You would remain on this planet? Forever?

Star-Lord: I didn't say that. I just said that, IF we were to stay here, would it be so bad? You've seen a lot of it for yourself. A life here... I think it'd be pretty nice. We're waaaaay outside of Thanos' usual star system.

Gamora: Ronan found us. Who's to say Thanos won't as well?

Star-Lord: ...You're right. He could. But there's always a possibility he won't.

Gamora: So you would leave the Mad Titan to his own devices and abandon hundreds of innocent planets just so you could retire?

Star-Lord: I didn't mean it like--

Gamora: Honorless. Just like the day I met you.

(Gamora storms off.)

Star-Lord: Gamora, come on! ... *sigh* Dammit...