[This isn't how Rocket saw himself spending his afternoon either, and it's a relief when the larger tiefling shows up to slow the skidding drag of his feet across the ground.]

I thought it seemed like a nice day for some light exercise. [He grunts, turning to face Daud and trying, and failing, to walk the opposit direction the rope is now much more slowly pulling them. He's panting from the exertion and he glances over his shoulder toward the boat.]

I have never thought of myself as someone who underestimates the idiocy of children, but they went and proved me wrong. [Back to looking at Daud's big purple face.]

Think that rope can hold my weight?