"So now we... Eek! This actually worked?"
The furry little Dream was about to say something, but it suddenly looked terrified and turned toward Deathstroke's projection—the feed showing the Guardians of the Galaxy's situation.
Star-Lord, who had just been given an enema, had actually woken up. He just started spraying before he could make it to the toilet.
Somehow, someone had shut off the ship's artificial gravity system amid the chaos. As a result, the shit did not fall to the floor. Instead, it flew everywhere like bullets in The Matrix, while everyone desperately dodged in various forms of slow motion.
Adjutant: "Ahem!"
Who else could remotely shut down another person's shipboard artificial gravity system but her? Making fun of Steve and Star-Lord was practically a regular pastime for the Sheriff's crew.
But that was not what surprised Dream of a Thousand Cats. What puzzled it was that these unreliable people had actually managed to wake someone trapped in a nightmare with an enema. That made no sense.
"Actually, if you think about it carefully, there is some theoretical basis for this."
With a cigarette between his lips, Su Ming gave the lively scene a disgusted look. It reminded him of the dodgeball games often played on variety shows in Japan, except these were semi-liquid shitballs in zero gravity.
"Normal adults rarely shit the bed in their dreams. Stomach pain can quickly wake someone who is asleep, and getting up to use the toilet takes priority over all kinds of dreams—it's the terminator of dreams. Besides, the Guardians of the Galaxy have Mantis and Moondragon. Their Psionic Power is quite strong."
That was probably how it worked. Even Su Ming thought it sounded a little far-fetched, but Star-Lord being awake was a fact.
"Fine, meow. We've found another way to