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"Star-LORD," Peter corrected Tony, his mouth full of hot dogs. So what if he had basically taken every hot dog that was available? For 3o years he hadn't had a single one.
Plus, maybe this would finally motivate him to jog or something.
Swallowing hard, he wiped his mouth on the shoulder of his jacket. "Hot dogs are fucking amazing. There's something about Earth that makes the best junk food in the galaxy. Can you believe that the Millorians think slorg spit is a treat? I mean, yeah, it's sweet as FUCK but ugh. The texture." He made a face. "I can only handle so much before need some jollie to wash it down, know what I mean?"