"You dare hurt my daughter?"
Galactus flew into a rage at those words and roared. Then he caught himself and said coldly, "That girl who keeps taking unflattering pictures of me isn't my Galacta. What do I care whether anything happens to her?
"My Galacta is sweet and devoted. She would never keep taking pictures and laughing her head off when her father turned into a zombie."
"Why don't you take another good look and see whether that's your Galacta?"
Andrew asked with a smile. Galactus froze and carefully studied Galacta, who was still taking pictures. A moment later, he asked in shock, "What's going on? Wasn't she the Galacta from an alternate universe? Why has she become my Galacta?"
"At first, she really was the Galacta from an alternate universe. But the one here now is the Galacta from the local universe."
Andrew said, "They switched places. I have to say, the local Galacta is much more devoted than the original one. She almost cried when she saw you'd become a zombie.
"It took quite a bit of persuasion to get her to agree to act like the original Galacta. Still, while she was only pretending at first, she seems to be having more and more fun now."
Galactus's expression darkened. In short, she did care about her father, just not very much. He was deeply displeased. So his own darling daughter had a wicked streak too.
"Enough joking."
Andrew grew serious. "The reason Galacta isn't worried is that I promised her I'd help bring you back to life once we saved this universe.
"Honestly, you aren't all that different from before. Even when you were alive, hunger turned you into a mindless lunatic. Once you get used to your new look, there really isn't much difference."
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