Peter was a man of simple desires. He wanted a lot of money. He wanted to be notorious. He wants to meet a girl who wouldn't mind just coming over for the night... And he wanted to never answer a call from Yondu again. Peter rushed for the screen, listening on their little argument, and although it was pretty humorous, he couldn't let her keep talking to him. "Yondu! Hey man, listen I--"

"No boy, you listen! I saved you from getting eaten when we first met. My boys never tasted Terran before! But I liked you!" He began. Peter rolled his eyes. If he had a unit for every time he heard this story... "yeah yeah yeah, I should be grateful. But seriously? You sent two of the [I]worst[/I] men in your crew to get me? I'm not mad... Just a bit insulted." Quill crossed his arms. The blue skinned man glared at him. "I sent 'em 'cause I knew you'd try to rob me from my money!"

"Do you honestly think I'd do that to you, Yondu?" Peter asked, looking offended. After a few seconds of silence he rolled his head. "Look, its not me, its you. sometimes a baby bird needs to fly away from the nest."

"I'm not talkin' about nests, Quill! I'm talking about that major amount of money you are taking from me!"

Peter Quill's hand slowly raised, his index finger out. He looked at it with surprise, then the hand slowly went towards the screen, and while Yondu yelled at him, he ended the call. He let out a sigh, and turned his attention to Nikki, giving her a scolding look. "First rule when on my ship: Don't touch my stuff."