In walked Drax. He considered himself built for stealth and strength, and that is why no one noticed him as he drew closer. And closer. And even closer.
Only a being whose very being encompassed silence could eat cheesy nachos while watching two Terrans swap spit. It was disgusting, but not enough to deter him from eating.
A chip very slowly raised up to his parting lips, was inserted into his mouth, and Drax began to chew on it. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.