Peter stared, dumbfounded. Pointing at the mist, he said, "That wouldn't happen to be Gray Mist, would it? You're cheating with a Symbiote?"
Schiller waved the golf club in his hand. "Not at all. There are so many Symbiotes on Earth, yet you don't see that many extra golf champions."
Gwen opened her mouth and said, "Exactly. That's because everyone else's Symbiotes are liquid, while yours is gas."
"What do you mean, gas? That's the 0.01% unknown component in the air! The frontier of human scientific exploration!"
Peter rolled his eyes. "How much did Tony bet you?"
"One hundred thousand." Schiller smiled. "Even Nick put down two hundred."
"That's not right." Gwen said, "Doesn't Tony have a Stealth Mech too? Didn't he cheat?"
"The Stealth Mech only provides visual invisibility. As if that armor could beat Gray Mist." Schiller patted the head of the Gray Mist that had drifted back, then grabbed it and sniffed it closely before suddenly sneezing.
"Ah-choo! Cough, cough... Gray Mist, you've eaten too many chilies! You're practically turning into chili powder!"
Peter leaned over to take a sniff as well, then sneezed violently. Rubbing his nose, he said, "Gray Mist can change flavor?"
"Of course. Otherwise, why wouldn't I let him drink too much alcohol? Everywhere he drifted, everyone would get drunk."
Helen had also changed clothes and picked up a club. Her golf skills were the best among them all; those elite classes had not been for nothing. Even while warming up, she hit several rather beautiful shots.
Pikachu and Rocket Raccoon had gotten a set of children's clubs, but even those were a little too long for them. The two had to stack on top of each other just to barely manage to swing them.
Surprisingly, Rocket Raccoon was quite good at golf