"Wait? At a time like this, you're telling me to wait?!!"
Hearing Thor's warning, Rocket paid it no mind. Didn't he know Thor by now?
In Rocket's eyes, Thor was definitely scared again. After five whole years of being a shut-in, this so-called God of Thunder had become a complete and utter wreck, inside and out!
Still, Rocket hadn't expected Thor's help. He only hoped Thor could provide information for the operation.
He walked up to Thor and lightly kicked his ankle.
"Come on, Thor. Think carefully about the kind of big thing we're about to do.
Don't be nervous. What are you, some three- or four-year-old chubby little girl? Hurry up and tell me the layout and routes of your Asgard!"
"But that's exactly what I'm fucking confused about—the layout of Asgard right now!"
Thor shook his head gloomily. His messy, filthy long hair and beard swayed nonstop over his bloated chest and belly.
He raised a hand and pointed into the distance down the corridor.
"Rocket, I'd bet every game I played over the last five years on this!
I lived in Asgard for fifteen hundred years, but in all those fifteen hundred years, Asgard never had anything like that!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Thor felt like he might be drunk. He slapped his fat face.
"Motherfucker, am I still not sober, or did we come to the wrong universe?!!"
"Shit!"
After hearing Thor's explanation, Rocket panicked.
"This isn't something to joke about, Thor. Are you sure this isn't the Asgard you used to live in?"
"Of course I'm sure, I fucking—?!!"
"Shh!"
Before Thor could finish, Rocket suddenly jumped up and slapped a paw over Thor's mouth.
Thor froze, while Rocket hurriedly warned him.
"Shut up, someone's coming!"
As soon as he spoke, Thor and