"The master's daughter? What kind of address is that? At least call me 'young mistress'!"
Galacta grumbled, then waved a hand. "I don't need anyone serving me, and I don't have any money to pay you. Some bastard has never paid me a salary, yet he has the nerve to call me lazy and gluttonous every day!"
"To think someone could be so despicable!" Andrew declared indignantly. "Where is he? I'll settle the score for you."
Galacta was speechless. She had completely underestimated how shameless he was. Hearing her refusal, the Silver Surfer looked lost. If he had no one to serve, what was he supposed to do from now on?
The Silver Surfer had served Galactus for countless years and had long since grown accustomed to it. Now that he had suddenly gained his freedom, he felt no joy, only confusion and fear. That was why he had chosen to serve Galacta earlier.
Seeing this, Andrew raised his hand, and the Surfboard flew beneath his feet. Then he pointed at the Silver Surfer from a distance, and the Silver Surfer rapidly changed from a metal man into an ordinary, uh, bald Earth man.
"Go live on Earth. I'll give you a new identity."
"If one day you no longer want to live as an Earthling, just call out 'Silver Surfer,' and you'll return to your current form," Andrew said.
"If you never call out, you'll slowly grow old until you die, just like an ordinary Earthling."
"Become an ordinary Earthling?"
The Silver Surfer froze. Galacta chimed in, "That's a pretty good setup! You grow old, then one day your family gets bullied and has nowhere to turn for justice. You shout 'Silver Surfer,' turn into a superhero, and sweep everything aside."
"Been watching too many movies?"
Andrew gave her