Squirrel Girl had eaten plenty of Deathstroke's food along the way, and these past few days, she had been hanging around the Nuvali Spaceship and enjoying the benefits Deathstroke had secured. She was indeed willing to do something for the team.
It had nothing to do with lofty ideals like protecting Earth. She was just a little girl and did not understand such things. She simply wanted to help her friends.
"I can try, but he doesn't have a tail. Where am I supposed to blow?"
She looked at the enormous black robot, and that was the only question she had. She knew how to blow air, and although it was her first time inflating a metal balloon, it should work.
Back when she surfed the internet, she had even seen a Guinness World Records entry about someone blowing up a hot-water bottle. So if she treated a Celestial like a kettle, maybe she really could inflate it?
"Hiss, that question gives me a lot of bold ideas. Sigh, but you're too young. It wouldn't be appropriate to tell you those jokes."
Deadpool sounded regretful. He came over to Squirrel Girl, looked at the girl with the comedian-like face, and slung an arm around her shoulders like they were brothers, completely ignoring Doreen's eye roll at his stench as he said:
"Anyway, he doesn't have a mouth. I checked before, so we'll have Cousin cut a little opening in him with his sword. You just blow air in. As for where to pick, that's up to you."
"Then I'll blow into his finger." Squirrel Girl was far too innocent. Other than nuts and supermarket sales, there was nothing in her little head, so she completely failed to understand Wade's filthy implication. "Making a tiny hole in the fingertip shouldn't hurt