[Hologram]

[organ_pharming]

[Have a giant robot stroking his chin bemusedly.]

Either my former co-worker has tremendously bad aim or reconstructing an entire head is something easily within the power of these mysterious 'infinity gems'.

[He inspects his hands for a moment, flipping a laser scalpel from one finger and then nodding with satisfaction.]

Either way, I appear to be none the worse for wear. [The tool is tucked back into place.]

Which is fortunate- what an utter waste it would be to lose someone of my considerable skill.

[Hologram]

[furryflarkinfiend]

Whatever's going on, someone better be prepared to give me a proper explanation.

[Hello, Knowhere. Have a really irritated raccoon that actually looks like he may belong in a place like this, if the odd uniform and the fact that he's a, well, talking raccoon are any indication.

In fact, he's very familiar with Knowhere. Just..maybe not this particular version of it.

Gods did he hate time travel and alternate universe stuff.]

If any of the Guardians are out there and hearing this, we need to regroup and figure this flarkin' mess out.

Especially since the gems are involved.

[There's a slight growl to the words and his ears press back flat to his head as he crosses his arms.]

I really don't like the feel of this one, mates.