"Mm-hmm—ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Nick Fury exhausted every ounce of his strength, but the hammer still didn't budge an inch.
Over the past few days, he'd tried countless methods, but none of them had worked.
The hammer seemed rooted to the spot, firmly fixed to the ground.
He couldn't spend all day studying it, either. He still had to get out and work the Farm.
Today, he just wanted to try again and see if he could move it even a millimeter. Too bad. Hm?
Nick Fury sensed something was off. The hammer usually didn't budge at all, but today, as he gripped it, he could feel it trembling. Could it be...?
"Don't tell me this hammer's about to move on its own?"
Thor's Hammer seemed to hear his thoughts. It gave a sudden jolt, then actually broke free of the earth's pull and shot straight into the sky!
The sudden turn of events nearly made Nick Fury lose his footing. His hands remained clasped around the hammer, but the rest of him was strapped to a rocket, zipping upward with a whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
"Where is this hammer taking me?"
As he tumbled through the air in decidedly ungainly fashion, Nick Fury yelled, trying to regain some sense of balance.
But Thor's Hammer clearly wasn't about to give him much time to adjust. As if it had a mind of its own, it carried Nick Fury across the blue sky, tracing one ridiculous arc after another.
"OMG, I must be drunk. There's no way someone could be flying up there."
An old man with silvery-white hair muttered. He rubbed his eyes again, but the blue sky was empty.
"Guess I really am drunk."
The old man's muttering naturally couldn't reach Nick Fury. He was still tumbling through the air, putting on a