" 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.
โ ๐๐ฒ๐ฅ๐๐ง ๐๐ซ๐จ๐๐ค .. โ 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 , โ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ก ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐จ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐ , ๐๐จ ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ ... ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ง๐จ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ & ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐ญ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ. โ
