Drax, the Destroyer.

“Whatever is their strongest libation.” The Destroyer said as he approached the bar counter.

Dodgeball champion.

“Hmph.” The Destroyer scoffed, following the crafty raccoon towards the local dive bar on Knowhere.

“I… I do not see why not, Rocket.”

“Can a man not drink for pleasure?”

“I shout ‘hello’ into a cave, the cave says ‘hello’ back. That is a word. Why would you not first guess yourself?”

“Then explain an echo.”

Hides the bag of Zarg Nuts behind his back. “I was just heading ti the tavern for some beverages until I can no longer feel my toes.”

Drax is doing mental gymnastics before he slowly approaches Quill. “DO THESE WORDS BOUNCE TO ME?!” Shouting in a screeching-like manner. Surely Peter’s ears would deflect it back at Drax, leaving the Earther’s ears safe from harm. Quill teaches Drax new things everyday.

“I am here, I am not missing any parts of my body.”

“I am not some mindless beast like an Orloni, Furball.”

Is everyone wishing for demise? Well he wishes for the demise of all actors pretending to be incredible heroes for entertainment of dumb Earthers!

“Who is the rubber man and why would he call me glue? I am not an adhesive.”

“I’m not a dumb idiot. I have singlehandedly bested the fiercest enemies.”