Warlock: Four thousand and fifty-three metric tons of inert rock, metal and organic matter, frozen solid.Quasar: Frozen in what?Drax: Time.Quasar: “Time”, Drax?Drax: Uh-huh. Old, old frozen time.Quasar: Right. And that tastes like what?Drax: Regret.
Do I look evil? I can’t do evil. I can barely pull off dangerous.
But my patience isn’t limitless… unlike my authority.
Have you noticed we can breathe in here too?Gosh, I wouldn’t have picked up on that.
I was there, the day that Horus killed the Emperor