Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy

Welcome to Tivan Tower... Huh?

My new permanent exhibit space

for the greatest collection the galaxy has ever known.

A collection that now includes the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Drax.

Groot.

Quill.

Gamora. What's going on here?

Each of you will be preserved in a specially designed habitat.

And stocked with everything I need to bust outta here!

Specially designed to achieve

maximum humiliation and punishment.

Aw, come on! Let me at it!

For all the one-of-a-kind artifacts from my collection

that you have stolen or destroyed,

and all the personal indignities you have visited upon me.

Enjoy your cage, rodent.

Seriously?

Not even the good kind!

What am I supposed to eat around here?

Feel free to root through this.

Aahh!

I'd like to root through your frizzy white skull!

Aha!

Anything's possible, long as you got a role of duct tape.

End of the roll?

It's okay. I can work with this.

Huh?

Security drones to the rodent's habitat!

I can definitely work with this.

Back off, spark plugs!

Face the Wheel of Doom!

Yes!

Time to bust out those other losers.

Ain't a prison or habitat built can keep me.

Floor, please?

Huh?

Weapons vault. And make it snappy.

I got some collecting of my own to do.

Welcome to Tivan Tower,

my new permanent exhibit space

for the greatest collection the galaxy has ever known.

A collection that now includes the Guardians of the Galaxy.

What is this place?

It looks... nice.

Too nice.

Anything this nice has to be a trap.

Each of you will be preserved in a specially designed habitat.

Specially designed to achieve

maximum humiliation and punishment

for all the one-of-a-kind artifacts from my collection

that you have stolen or destroyed,

and all the personal indignities you have visited upon me.

You're not fooling me with all this useless luxury and comfort.

What are you hiding?

Greetings, Miss Gamora. How may I be of service?

Cool beverage?

Greetings, Miss Gamora. How may I be of service?

Perhaps a massage?

Greetings, Miss Gamora. How may I be of service?

Care for a manicure? Kree mineral bath? Xandarian dressing gown?

I can make it fire hot, ice cold, rock solid,

airy soft, or anything in between.

Greetings, Miss Gamora.

Greetings, Miss Gamora. How may we be of service?

I'm sure I'll think of something.

Greetings, Miss Gamora.

Greetings, Miss Gamora. How may we be of service?

This is literally why we can't have nice things.

Coming?

One sec.

Man! The Collector must've put you through the ringer.

Actually, I feel pretty relaxed.

Security drones, apprehend the escapees at once!

I have important business to attend to,

and I am not to be disturbed under any circumstances.

I am Groot?

You are simply too unique a specimen

not to study immediately.

I see you are in the early stages

of one of your regeneration cycles.

No doubt you will be more docile.

Now, open wide and say, "Ahh."

I am Groot.

No, no, no, no, no. "Ahh."

I am Groot! "Aahh"!

That was collectible.

Perhaps we should test your reflexes instead.

Sap!

Huh?

Hmph!

Let's try listening to your pulse.

I am Groot!

Huh?

I am Groot.

Very well. I accept your apology.

Security to Collector. Sorry to report

we were unsuccessful in apprehending the escapees.

I told you...

I am not to be dis...

I'm not to be disturbed under any...

Circums... circumstances!

Security to Collector.

Sorry to report we were unsuccessful...

Should've listened to the toaster.

Easy, bud. I'll have you outta here in a...

Eh? Well, why didn't you do that in the first place?

I am Groot.

Can't argue with logic like that.

Warning! Security breach!

All collectibles return to your habitats at once!

Why would I ever wanna leave?

This place is perfect!

Whoo.