"Hey, fuck you, dude, I gave you a genuine apology!" He scowls, which is... more like a pout, yeah, unfortunately. "It ain't my fault that I got fuckin'... I dunno, crane-machined outta nothingness into this guy's body. I'm just tryin' to make the most of it before you put me back."
He doesn't give a fuck what Pratt thinks about it generally, yeah, but he damn well wants to make it clear that he doesn't need to be playing so nice. This is the sort of courtesy he'd given the first year or two of his own cruise; the later years saw him much closer to Pratt's own simmering fury.
Which means, yes. Pickles knows this isn't looking super great for him. But he's willing to see how long he can burn the diplomacy bridge before it collapses.
"I was a passenger a while back. You can call me Pickles. Yanno, the drummer? From Dethklok." Beseeching a fan for mercy worked once before, and he's gonna try again here!
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He doesn't give a fuck what Pratt thinks about it generally, yeah, but he damn well wants to make it clear that he doesn't need to be playing so nice. This is the sort of courtesy he'd given the first year or two of his own cruise; the later years saw him much closer to Pratt's own simmering fury.
Which means, yes. Pickles knows this isn't looking super great for him. But he's willing to see how long he can burn the diplomacy bridge before it collapses.
"I was a passenger a while back. You can call me Pickles. Yanno, the drummer? From Dethklok." Beseeching a fan for mercy worked once before, and he's gonna try again here!