They wrote in short explanation, delivered unapologetically through exposition no less, to do with that very fickle time-space continuum, that turns out not to be very continuous at all. In the Marvel Universi, we are all resurrectable, just rip a hole in the fabric of time and space, and voilà, the seemingly permanently written-out, return to animated flesh and blood. Eat your heart out soap operas; no evil twins, incredulous plastic surgery, or several dream season needed.

Gamora is back but she is a variant, and not very Gamora-like and definitely not in love non-variant Quill. She's a scoundrel. And boy is Quill bummed ... as spoke in the international sign of being movie-male lovelorn ... getting drunk and belligerent.

Quill is in an inebriated coma and this makes the GOG gang vulnerable to attack by the very powerful, but comically clueless Sovereign, Adam Warlock. Rocket is injured and his true genetically modified, machine-enhanced nature is revealed, and it just so happens makes it impossible to heal him ... without a digital key. See he is patent protected. Off the team goes to fight with a bloated biological suited Nathan Fillion and other equally absurd space minions. They head to the corporate headquarters that just so happen to resemble the human digestive system ... in space ... where a little raccoon became a rocket raccoon oh so-many moons ago.

GOG volume 3 is very funny, creative, and at times lightly emotional. Feels like times with friends. Go see.