[Bart doesn't have to say that he works out too, but he doesn't look like Goliath right now. His incredulous face is saying it for him. ]
Yeah. They did. Obviously. They shoulda sent home the little kids and giant chickens first. Specially the latter cause they eat too much.
[Bart folds his arms across his chest and turns his head at the suggestion that he's got a death wish.]
I dunno who Galactus is. It doesn't matter anyway. Or it shouldn't. That's not even your real body. We're all clones; they just kidnap your soul. You die, and they just stuff your soul in a new one. Dying's…
[Really goddamn painful, actually, and one of his hands moves to rub at his sternum. It's not even a phantom pain, just a subconscious echo.] It's... not so bad. You don't even hafta do anything.
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Yeah. They did. Obviously. They shoulda sent home the little kids and giant chickens first. Specially the latter cause they eat too much.
[Bart folds his arms across his chest and turns his head at the suggestion that he's got a death wish.]
I dunno who Galactus is. It doesn't matter anyway. Or it shouldn't. That's not even your real body. We're all clones; they just kidnap your soul. You die, and they just stuff your soul in a new one. Dying's…
[Really goddamn painful, actually, and one of his hands moves to rub at his sternum. It's not even a phantom pain, just a subconscious echo.] It's... not so bad. You don't even hafta do anything.
Besides. [He forced a quick grin.] We might live.