Mr & Mrs Galactus at Home - Teatime.

 

Mrs G: (Ironing) What do you want for your tea?

Mr G: What have we got?

Mrs G: I've got jugged planetoid!

Mr G: Is it lifeless?

Mrs G: Well, they were up all last night praying to their Gods and sacrificing virgins! Should be finished by now.

Mr G: Why do they bother with all that nonesense? I mean, I'm a deity and have I ever helped anyone?

Mrs G: Oh, I don't think your a deity dear, more of a demi-god?

Mr G: Demi-God? Are mad Mrs G? A Demi-God? I'm beyond that - that's those losers in Asgard.

Mrs G: Well, didn't that funny little bendy man say you were a force of nature?

Mr G: A force of nature? That's bloody stupid! Forces of nature don't have sentient intelligence? How many exploding super-novas wear a uniform? Or have a health-policy for their Heralds? Or an ecologically-aware approach to the universe?

Mrs G: I'm just saying what I heard.



Mr G: And what, pray, does Reed, I'm-so-bloody-clever, Richards know??

Mrs G: Anyway - what do you want for your tea?

Mr G: I'm not really hungry! I picked something up while I was out.

Mrs G: You'll ruin your appetite snacking on asteroids. Look at you?

Mr G: What? These? These are love handles. I'm not in bad shape for a man who's as old as the Universe.

Mrs G: Yes, - and you're expanding right along with it.

Mr G: Maybe I should do some exercise? What do you think dear?

Mrs G: EXERCISE!! EXERCISE!! You want some exercise you can unblock that bleeding toilet. The mess you make in there. The undigested remains of a thousand civilizations, thats what causes the problem.

Mr G: I'll look into it tomorrow. [Pause] Sex.

Mrs G: Not now dear, I'm doing the ironing.

Mr G: No, us. We could have sex - that'd be good exercise.

Mrs G: (Thinking) Hmm - sex eh? Haven't done that for awhile. No, it's too embarrassing for people of our status.

Mr G: What do you mean embarrassing?

Mrs G: Well, none of the other boys do it. And isn't it funny they're all men. You've got The Beyonder, he's a man. Then there's The Stranger, Eternity and all those Watchers - they're all men. And then there's Darkseid, Preacher and the Living Tribunal, all bloody men. Funny that. All those butch men hanging around with no women. I wonder what they get up to?

Mr G: I'll be sure to ask them next time I see them........i wonder what's on the telly....