Rocket scowled at his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. "Freakin' humans."
Beside him at the bar, Quill said drunkenly, "She's cute, huh?"
"You fuckhead!" Rocket glared at him. "Just because she's a rodent, I'm supposed to start humping her leg? News flash! I'm not a rodent!"
Quill looked at him blankly. "Huh?"
Sneering, Rocket cast another glance at the dancefloor, and moodily eyed the shapely rabbit, clad in a mini-skirt and low-cut bustier, doing her version of the bunny hop and casting flirtatious glances at him over her furry shoulder.
Rocket shuddered and drained his beer. "Freaking rabbit."