Drax and Hope
"Hello, friend Hope," Drax greeted her in return. He eyed the cup of fruity drink and pursed his lips, nodding. "That looks like the punch by a Hawaiian. I enjoy when it assaults my taste buds with tiny fruity fists"
Drax had seen a lot of commercials on the tube that was supposed to show you on it. Although he never did find himself in there. Perplexing.
"I am going to eat hot dogs for payment. Are you joining?"