[PUBLIC -- video]

[Something new happened, and Rocket's not happy about it. Must be a day that ends in Y.

The morning after the breach ended, Rocket found himself back in his own cabin, like nothing happened. Draped in the comfortable hammock that hangs there, not a hair out of place, not a carbon fiber displaced, not a strut out of joint.

But he woke, and for some reason he was expecting something else. Something bigger, something more sprawled out. Longer limbs, more clothes, and less hair. NOT THAT HE'S COMPLAINING ABOUT HIS CURRENT SITUATION RIGHT NOW per se, but there was a huge cluster as Rick, and next thing he knows he's back to Rocket and what the flark just happened.

He's expecting larger limbs, so he falls out of bed. The ceiling's too high. The hallway and mess are too big. For the first half of the day he has to keep reminding himself walking around on his back legs isn't the only way to get around, and far from the most efficient, and by the time the first day "back" is over he's about done with everybody and everything all over again.

So the next morning, of course, he addresses the network after propping up his comm.]

What the flark kind of business is this guy running? Okay, fine, so he changes things

[And here he waves his hands around aimlessly.]

But what if they were just fine to begin with? Huh? I don't need you assholes messing with stuff! Just leave it alone! It works, okay?


[PRIVATE to Steve]

Hey, cannon fodder. You free?