"Ha? Why do I have to take off my clothes?" Thor tugged at his sweat-soaked red T-shirt, which even had Che Guevara's portrait printed on it. Somewhat displeased, he said, "I like this man's beard."
"Do you want a ride or not? I'm teaching you how to hitch a free ride in the United States."
Wade rolled his eyes. This rich second-generation kid from abroad really had no common sense at all.
"If it were before, I could have flown you to New York in an instant."
Thor grumbled as he obediently pulled off his short-sleeved shirt. His sharply defined muscles, as though carved with blades and axes, gleamed in the sunlight under their sheen of sweat.
Wade turned his face away and shielded those dazzling curves with his palm.
"Buddy, did you grow up eating earthworm protein powder? Those muscles are way too ridiculous!"
"I earned these through training over thousands of years of battle. What is protein powder?"
Thor laughed heartily. He knew this mortal was jealous of his powerful physique, so he struck several bodybuilding poses, flexing his biceps and deltoids for Wade.
Wade rolled his eyes. This guy really thought he was Thor. And like every other musclehead, he had no brains at all.
But that was even better.
"Come on, stand here." He dragged Thor to the side of the road and had him strike a pose like Mr. Clean. Then he stood beside him, holding up a sign and giving a thumbs-up. "Can you make your pecs bounce?"
"Like this?" Thor tensed up experimentally, and the two brick-like slabs of muscle on his chest began bouncing wildly.
As if his eyes had been burned by spice, Wade twisted away to look out at the wilderness. Wearing a disgusted expression, he squeezed out a few