There was almost no light inside the small spacecraft. At least, not a single lamp could be seen in the cargo hold. Its somewhat dilapidated purely mechanical structure created a stifling feeling.
Thanos stood at the hatch, his face icy. Starlight from the cosmos fell over him, making him look like a block of ice, or a purple statue.
However, that atmosphere vanished completely when he kicked the bucket of excrement away with one foot.
Su Ming watched the bucket spin several hundred meters through the air before landing on the cockpit glass of another ship docked at the port with a smack. Blackish-yellow sludge flowed out of it, and for a moment, he did not know what to say.
But as the Sorcerer Supreme, he could not let the conversation die and embarrass Earth. So he smiled calmly and brushed past Thanos.
"That bucket's pretty sturdy. The organic fertilizer is environmentally friendly too."
The purple-skinned giant merely shook his head without replying. Once all three people and the cat had boarded, he strode back to the cockpit and piloted the ship into the air.
They first had to leave the Celestial head's gravitational range. Only once they reached empty space would it be convenient to jump.
So Su Ming took the opportunity to make a round of the tiny cabin.
He noticed that every step he took made the deck beneath his feet feel faintly tacky. Though the marks left by long-faded bloodstains were nearly invisible on the Black Metal, they were glaringly obvious to a Symbiote host.
The blood of different races formed a horrifying tableau. Half a year or perhaps a year ago, their owners might have lain where someone now stood, feeling the despair of life slowly leaving their bodies.
Therefore, Su Ming concluded that this