"Can we agree that investigating things with ominous names is a dumb idea and we should leave it to people stupider than us?" Rocket was well aware that he was talking aloud to himself, but it helped. First, maybe somebody would hear it and he wouldn't be pacing a hall that looked like it was made of bad meat, and second of all, it was a distraction from the fact that the hall looked like it was made of meat.

Halls shouldn't be made of meat. It was one of those general rules of life that weren't supposed to violated.

The sound of pattering made him swing around, pointing his gun in the direction of the noise and laying his ears back. "Okay, see, situations like this? Situations like this is why the whole 'non-lethal' thing is stupid. I gotta make more bombs. Bombs're non-lethal, if you're in the opposite direction."

Despite his best efforts, the complaining wasn't as much of a distraction from the feeling of creeping fear as he would've liked. Rocket bristled as he walked forward again, ready to unleash a load of non-lethal but still painful shots at the first thing to surprise him.