Truthfully, I’m half expecting Peter Quill to either start ranting and raving or huddle in a corner and cry with how many people keep asking who the hell is he and not recognizing him.
He’ll sing to himself while he cries.
“Ooga Chacka.” is whispered in between strangled sobs
I JUST CHOCKED ON MY TEA
“Ooga Chacka.” is whispered in between strangled sobs