The humans’ friends seem like such normal people when you meet them, but their house is a strange and baffling place.
Sigyn and I have made it past the Buc-ee shrine and have been introduced to one of the other guests.
Don’t look, Sigyn! He isn’t wearing any pants. He seems to want to challenge me to a contest of strength. Though he no doubt outweighs me by bunches upon tons of kilos, his extensive scarring leads me to believe that he is not invulnerable and that I could best him in single combat. Yes, by Volstagg’s beard crumbs, I think I would triumph over this overgrown diaper baby with ease.
It is, however, rude to battle other invited guests at a dinner party. Later, Fat Boy. You and me. Outside.
What’s this? Parked in the corner of the parlor room are a pair of small, sleek spacecraft.
The controls look simple enough, and despite what Thor says of me, I do know how to pilot a vessel. The ignition switch should be…here…
We have power! Come, my love, let us fly from this confusing place!
What’s that? Dinner is served? Oh, dinner is all very well, I suppose, but do you really want to miss out on taking one of these for a quick aerial lap of the neighborhood? All aboard, Sigyn! We could cover quite a bit of territory while the humans are stuffing their gullets. I promise to have you back by dessert!