[Rocket attempts to give a Ravager salute, ends up just flailing an arm out and almost falling off his chair, rights himself, and grabs his drink.]

Uh-huh. Yeah. Likewise or, uh... Something.

[He takes another sip of his drink, which most certainly doesn't help but he manages to get onto the floor without falling over either way.] Enjoy that drink. I got some... Other pressing business to take care of.

[He's gonna go black out in a corner.]