User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150702200554

(Star-Lord falters for only milliseconds. He hadn't expected a creature of this planet to be so hardened. Then again, they had just lived through a robot apocalypse.)

Star-Lord: *sigh* Alright. Don't say I didn't warn ya.

Orbit: Uh, Star-Lord?

Star-Lord: Relax, Cap. Like I said, I got this.

(Pressing a few buttons on a wrist device, Star-Lord beams an object down from his starship, and it materializes onto the ground in front of the griffon: a metallic leg.)

Star-Lord: Boom! What do you think of that, buddy?!

(Orbit regards the leg with mild confusion. He had expected an actual dismembered leg, not a prosthetic.)