User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-5837525-20151111214922

(Star-Lord pulls his hoof away just before Vandle's teeth can bite down on it.)

Star-Lord: Ooh! So close but no cigar, bud! Come on, keep going! I'm sure you'll land something after the 50th try! Hahaha!

Orbit: (Elevated heart rate... Adrenaline pumping like crazy... Come on, Vandle, you're almost there. Just need that little push over the edge.)

(Looking closely at the feral Vandle, Orbit notices the chafing around his hooves where the chains held him.)

Orbit: (I hope this doesn't cause any long-term damage...)

(Star-Lord draws his Quad Blaster again and fires several shots at the floor around Vandle's hooves -- to keep him on his toes, so to speak.)

Star-Lord: Come on! You want to maim me, don't ya?! Tear me limb from limb?! Let me see those teeth! Show me your war face! Let me hear you ROAR!