User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-5837525-20170608123843

(As Kicks trots in with the food trays, Star-Lord's nostrils flare, and he pops up out of his cot in the corner of the room.)

Star-Lord: I smell food.

Spidey: Maybe we'll get that chance soon. I hear we're sailing out to Trotsylvania soon.

Orbit: Understood, Mr. Spearmint. We'll contact you once we've made the necessary arrangements.

[click!]

Orbit: Come in, Butler. Step one is complete. Whenever you're ready, the team and I need teleporting to the Manehattan docks.