Sometimes, talking nicely wasn't enough. Free trade required a few tactics too. Although he had promised Teacher Yao not to do anything to Eternity, giving this great god a little trouble was no problem.
The last time he had gone to Eternity for help, he had already exploited his weakness. This time, he merely needed to do it again.
Strangle shared part of his host's memories with Franklin, so the boy naturally understood Eternity's weakness as well: this deity was rather ticklish.
In the memory fragments he saw, Deathstroke had conjured a Tiger Bench for tickling. Franklin didn't need anything that complicated; he had a more convenient and safer method.
He simply conjured some feathers out of thin air, then controlled them like bath mitts, vigorously scrubbing Eternity's ribs and the soles of his feet!
"Hahahahaha! Stop it!"
Eternity simply could not resist this move. His abilities were indeed formidable, but once someone seized upon his weakness, even moving became difficult. He was scrubbed into running all over the place, laughing hysterically.
But it was useless. Although these feather bath mitts were not as sturdy as the tickling Tiger Bench from last time, they were more flexible. Like venomous snakes, they chased Eternity wherever he ran, relentlessly tickling him without pause.
"Hiss... phew..." Su Ming lit a cigarette and took a drag, running a hand through his hair. "Doreen, if Eternity dares resist, throw chestnuts at him."
"Hm? Okay."
Squirrel Girl was thoroughly engrossed in the show. Seeing someone else laugh made her laugh too. While rapidly munching on sugar-roasted walnut kernels, she smilingly agreed.
She had no idea what Eternity actually was. She couldn't understand anything Ancient One had said before. She studied computer programming—how could she possibly understand all that mystical nonsense?
But whether she understood or not