Blam!

“Blam! Murdered you!”

This one panel makes me froth in anger

With this line, I knew that Rocket was not the character I had grown to love. Rocket had been striped of his intelligence and cleverness, his depth and humor, and he’d become some sort of monster. Any character that Rocket had had been replaced with a label “raccoon with guns” and that was the only trait that mattered anymore. For some reason, the fact that Rocket happened to be a raccoon that welded guns destroyed everything else that Rocket had been and he’d been turned into an unlikable psychopath.