Rocket: If we're gonna get out of here, we're gonna need to get into that watchtower. And to do that, I'm gonna need a few things.
The guards wear security bands to control their ins and outs. I need one.
Gamora: Leave it to me.
Rocket: That dude, there. I need his prosthetic leg.
Peter: His leg?
Rocket: Yeah. God knows I don't need the rest of him. Look at him, he's useless.
Peter: All right.
Rocket: And finally, on the wall back there is a black panel. Blinky yellow light. Do you see it?
Rocket: There's a quarnyx battery behind it. Purplish box, green wires. To get into that watchtower, I definitely need it.
Gamora: How are we supposed to do that?
Rocket: Well, supposably, these bald-bodies find you attractive. So, maybe you can work out some sort of trade.
Gamora: You must be joking.
Rocket: No, I really heard they find you attractive.
Peter: Look, it's 20 feet up in the air, and it's in the middle of the most heavily-guarded part of the prison. It's impossible to get up there
without being seen.
Rocket: I got one plan, and that plan requires a frickin' quarnyx battery, so figure it out!
Rocket: Can I get back to it? Thanks. Now, this is important. Once the battery is removed, everything is gonna slam into emergency mode.
Once we have it, we gotta move quickly, so you definitely need to get that last. Or we could just get it first and improvise.
Gamora: I'll get the armband.