[Hey it's a raccoon.... For the people here who somehow missed that there's a talking raccoon around here. And he looks none too pleased about something.

Granted, that's also his default expression.]

So I guess everybody got those weird gifts and it wasn't just me, but that ain't what I wanna talk about. [Too many damn feelings involved in that.

He holds up the invitation.] So some jerk-off is throwing some super fancy party and we have to have dates for it. It's stupid. So here's my idea. I say a bunch of us group up, completely dateless, storm the place together, and show that whack-job that nobody tells us what to do. Who's with me?

[Is this Rocket trying to get a date in a combination of sheer desperation and also protest?? It's too early for the inclination to really hit him, but it's hitting him enough to know that if he doesn't plan ahead, he's going to have a problem. And also he just really doesn't want to have a "date." It's weird. The whole thing is weird. YOUR PARTY IS WEIRD, MYSTERIOUS PARTY-THROWER, BUT HE STILL WANTS TO GO.]