Few realized that there would be so much of that blue vomit, either.
Fueled by funny liquid, Drax's response came in the form of a back pat that could send others reeling while knocking several vertebrae out of alignment.
"I am not at fault for your physical enfeeblements, Quill," Drax exclaimed, taking up the beer which was offered at arm's length. As the bartender refilled Peter's drink, Drax took another 'healthy' swig of the beverage of most interesting men. "Many are paid to pro wrestle on this planet. This feat of strength is a worthy pastime! When we have finished Thanos, I will become a pro wrestler. It is a shame you can not join me in such a pursuit."