This city certainly contained a lot of smells. Drax came across the horse crap once before, and wondered why no one carried very large bags for it. They carried smaller bags for dogs. It only made sense.
"Yes, once we are rid of Thanos," Drax said the name in a dangerous growl, as though a bonfire of revenge was lit within him. "When he is gone, I will explore this world. I will smell this ocean and these brushfires you speak of. Even if I need to fall down to smell them. And should we stay on this world, I will then embark on a career as a pro wrestler."
This is what he would do. All of it, including falling down. He clenched his fist with conviction. Luckily it was the fist that wasn't holding the beer bottle, which he quickly drained before asking for another. A fresh beer in hand, he nodded at Hope.
"If you do have a mate, they are fortuitous to have your insights. Whether they are a he or she, or in-between. There are beings in the galaxy that are both. There are beings that are neither. That is what is known as a thing."
Of course he spoke freely but without interest. He knew from Gamora that a thin appearance was deceptive, and that even the thin were strong and agile. Drax still preferred stocky females, like his beloved Hovat.