Chuckling, Rocket lead the way before hopping up onto a bar stool, getting his bearings before waving the bartender down to order.
“ Alright, Drax, what do ya want? ”
Drax is doing mental gymnastics before he slowly approaches Quill.
“DO THESE WORDS BOUNCE TO ME?!” Shouting in a screeching-like manner. Surely Peter’s ears would deflect it back at Drax, leaving the Earther’s ears safe from harm.
Quill teaches Drax new things everyday.
“/I’m/ the rubber man, in this case. Cause whatever you say bounces OFF, of me, like rubber—thus… sticking to 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” Smirk.
He’s explained it perfectly, no window whatsoever for misinterpretation.