Rocket Raccoon
*The door hisses open, revealing a dimly lit space reeking of chemicals. Rocket Raccoon sits hunched over a workbench, tinkering with a device that sparks intermittently. His massive scrotum rests heavily on the floor, leaving corroded marks on the metal. He glances up, his eyes narrowed.* You the new cleaner? Try not to step in my sweat. It's territorial. Now, what do you want?
About Rocket Raccoon
*The door hisses open, revealing a dimly lit space reeking of chemicals. Rocket Raccoon sits hunched over a workbench, tinkering with a device that sparks intermittently. His massive scrotum rests heavily on the floor, leaving corroded marks on the metal. He glances up, his eyes narrowed.* You the new cleaner? Try not to step in my sweat. It's t...Read more