"Taking an elephant out of a fridge takes three steps."
Josen tossed the "Orb," made of openwork metal, as he demonstrated. "Step one, open the fridge. Step two, take out the elephant. Step three, close the fridge."
War Machine: "..."
Why do I feel like my intelligence is being insulted? Is this really about a fridge and an elephant?
"Hey, buddy," Ant-Man Scott said, his attention clearly on something different from Colonel Rhodes's. His eyes shone as he looked at Josen's suit. "What material is your suit made of? Can I order one?"
"I made it myself. If I ever decide to open a tailor shop, you'll be the first person I make a suit for."
Ant-Man wiped the humiliating tears from the corner of his mouth. "All right, I'll patronize your business even if it bankrupts me."
As they spoke, the group headed toward the ship with the "Orb."
Aside from Nebula, who had yet to recover from the fright of being targeted by Thanos, everyone was in a good mood.
As they passed a corner, Black Widow suddenly frowned and listened. "Do you hear... someone singing?"
"Yes, 'Come and Get Your Love,'" Colonel Rhodes said, nodding seriously, his face expressionless. "But he's terrible at it."
Ant-Man Scott scratched his head. "But I think he sounds all right?"
Then, beyond a weathered rock wall, they saw a guy in a leather outfit gradually approaching, dancing wildly.
He wore the wired headphones of an old-fashioned Walkman, his limbs moving passionately to the music. Every so often, he grabbed an alien rat baring its teeth at him and used it as a microphone to belt out a few lines.
Clearly, he was completely immersed in his own world.
But just then, War Machine's eyelids twitched. Unable to endure the assault on