But that's the best part. [Rocket might have made patterns on rocks with the powder and then lit it just to see how high the flames would burn and watch the speed it traveled. For research purposes of course.]

We'll get you some shiny toys while we're there. [Did he just respond to Strange like a parent promising a child a treat? Possibly. He slips along the alleys and through the dark streets until they get to a mock dead end, turning right to squeeze through an alley Strange will barely fit through with his back to the wall and waits on the other end, his peripheral gaze on Strange but his eyes on the tents of the black market stalls.]

If you hear anyone call your name don't even look. That's how they get you. [And then you end up in the middle of a forest without any of your valuables.]