"Alright." He looks around, mouth twisting up as he's figuring it out.
"Mine are pretty easy. Don't shit or piss on my side of the room." His standards are remarkably low. "Don't mess with my tools without askin'. Hate when I lose 'em."
He points over to his tool box.
"I'll figure out the rest as it comes up I reckon." And then he squints, thinking. "You're a Terran too, ain't ya? Never seen a Centaurian before." Because he's got what Yondu has come to recognize as the 'Why is that man blue?' face.
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"Mine are pretty easy. Don't shit or piss on my side of the room." His standards are remarkably low. "Don't mess with my tools without askin'. Hate when I lose 'em."
He points over to his tool box.
"I'll figure out the rest as it comes up I reckon." And then he squints, thinking. "You're a Terran too, ain't ya? Never seen a Centaurian before." Because he's got what Yondu has come to recognize as the 'Why is that man blue?' face.