"I went to another boat tango," Drax replied, swirling a half-limp chip in some coagulating cheese sauce. "Is this female one of your many sandwich girls?"
He looked at Darcy. "Hello. I am Drax. If you are skilled in the art of sandwiches, let it be known we are fond of the pea nut butters and jellies."
He stuck that chip in his mouth and chewed, with minor crunching this time. That cheese made the chips limper than Quill's genitalia was going to be, at this rate. Not that Drax was thinking about that. All he could think about was not your cheese and anything put between two slices of bread.