The bartender didn't look convinced. He wasn't getting paid to shoot his mouth off about weirdos that walked around looking like Mr. Clean on LSD.
Drax took a healthy swig of beer, which drained half the bottle in one go.
"I enjoy your world. It is no more dirty than other planets, and parts of it smell of urine, yet it is strangely beautiful. There are sights here that can not be found anywhere else. Delights such as the Food Network and the sport known as Pro Wrestling. I would excel at that."