…In my dreams that is.
Last night, I dreamt I was leaving a leisure cenytr which myself and two friends had just robbed. I was about to get in the passenger seat of our getaway car but the driver said no and sped off as I was holding on to the handle.
Now don’t get me wrong, I could have argued but I didn’t think I would win an argument with Galactus, or if there would be enough room up front, he is a pretty big fellow after all.
I was still holding on and running with the car whilst Big G explained I couldn’t get in because I didn’t believe comics were real, so I tried to explain that I did, to which he replied
“No you do not mortal, you merely wish to ride in my vessel, anyway we are not real.”
Exasperated, I asked him why he had told me I couldn’t get in because I didn’t believe only to say that they don’t exist seconds later.
His reply?
Because we do exist. Just not here.
of course Galactus, the hunger must be getting to you.