[Groot gets off the Peter pie and toddles on over to Peter and slowly snakes out his vines so he can wrap them around Peter's arm and reserve himself a comfortable place on his arm - bit like a wrist watch.
a needy wrist watch that wants company and contact, that mimes taking a bite of anything that Peter goes to eat because that is just the mood he is in. a very sticky, pie-filling covered wrist watch. sorry bout your sleeve, bro.
He hums the tune a little himself and, despite how it may found, he is totally singing along. He is with you all the way in this, friend.]
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a needy wrist watch that wants company and contact, that mimes taking a bite of anything that Peter goes to eat because that is just the mood he is in. a very sticky, pie-filling covered wrist watch. sorry bout your sleeve, bro.
He hums the tune a little himself and, despite how it may found, he is totally singing along. He is with you all the way in this, friend.]
I am Groot.