" I was wondering what it would be like to fly... "
to those tiny words galactus simply hums a reverberate note of acknowledgement , his attention is firmly fixed on a myriad array of numbers displaying across his oversized monitor screen. yet the moment he senses an approaching accident ( or rather , the consequences of childish actions ) the giant aureate entity turns & reaches out to pluck @brocksolid from colliding into a particularly sensitive piece of equipment.
❝ 𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 .. ❞ is it a sliver of annoyance that slips between booming notes ? disappointment ?? the earth born is not held upon galactus' palm with any amount of force as he continues , ❝ 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 , 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 ... 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 & 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲. ❞
