"Doctor Doom, you've got some nerve, going out of your way to provoke that sneaky old bastard."
Galacta grumbled. Just then, a voice rang out in front of her. "Galacta, we may be friends, but if you keep running your mouth, don't think I won't sue you for defamation."
Galacta jumped. Looking down, she saw that Andrew had arrived on the moon without her noticing and was sitting in a chair. The table before him was piled with food, from Western hamburgers and fries to Chinese fried dough sticks and soy milk.
This Andrew wasn't the Andrew traveling through time and space, but the Andrew who had lived in the past for over five hundred years before returning to this era. In fact, he was the only Andrew in this timeline.
"Come on, Boss. You came to see me, and this is all the food you brought?"
Galacta returned to human form and complained. Of course, that didn't stop her from immediately sitting down across from Andrew, grabbing hamburgers and fried dough sticks, and digging in.
Andrew said with a kindly expression, "Don't worry, there's as much as you want. Eat more if you can. No need to hold back."
"Why do I get the feeling you're up to no good?"
Galacta eyed him suspiciously. Andrew said quietly, "Back in the East, we usually give condemned prisoners a full meal before executing them, so they won't have to walk the road to the underworld as hungry ghosts.
"Eat a little more, Galacta. That way, dying won't be quite so unpleasant."
Galacta jumped, nearly dropping the hamburger in her hand. "You're going to kill me?" she demanded angrily. "I've been so loyal to you! I fight for you every day, and I even help you eat your food so it won't