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[st_ormbreaker]

"...and I really don't know where the whole rumor about Asgardians needing to eat golden apples to retain their youth thing came from," he says. "We age and die, just like anything or anyone else. It's like the whole God thing. Who came up with that?" A beat. "I mean, humans, I guess, but why gods? Why not aliens? Aliens -- that's at least accurate. "

Thor smiles over at Quill and leans contentedly over the bar. Chin set in one hand, he idly pours himself another glass with the other, then sets the bottle back down on the counter with an audible, dull glassy sound. He pushes it towards Quill.

"Had you met any Asgardians before you met me?"

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[st_arlord]

Quill felt as if Thor was double-down on a fib.

"There is no way Nintendo goes from sensible names for consoles like Nintendo and Super Nintendo, to Wee You and The Swatch." He replied.

[st_ormbreaker]

"They had the Wee before the Wee You. Ask any of the children if you don't believe me."

[st_arlord]

"I will," He said. "And I bet you they'll think you're loco."

Quill twirled a finger at his temple to show Thor how crazy he was.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor pushes himself off the barstool; it's time to call it quits. "You'll owe me when they tell you I'm right," he says.

Owe Thor what, though? Thor hasn't decided.

[st_arlord]

"I won't have to owe you anything, because you're wrong" Quill retorted as he finished his own drink off.

[st_ormbreaker]

"You will owe me," he says, pointing a finger at Quill as he begins to walk away.

[st_arlord]

"Not going to happen," He called after Thor stubbornly.

[st_ormbreaker]

"Going to happen!"