"Shame you don't dig bipedal, furry, raccoon-like alien beings, babe. Cos' you're just PERFECT. Just sayin'." He laughed, continuing the attack, before jumping up onto the side of a tree, and springboarding off of it onto the shoulders of a walker that was quickly coming up behind Six.
"Go flark yourself, jackass." Rocket growled, grabbing a small knife from his belt and driving it through the walker's brain.