After everything that happened in Ragnarok, imagine Thor hearing about Steve and Tony’s fight and being like “Really?! Thats why you all stopped working together?! Just get over it! I did! I’m still friends with Loki and he’s betrayed me three times since breakfast! This petty mortal shit is nothing!”
Loki: “Can confirm, poisoning his mead right now.”
Thor: “Ha! I’ve built up an immunity.”
Now I feel I was cheated on Civil War
Steve: “Well, we disagreed about this big political thing, and I mean big – almost every country in the world was involved.”
Thor: *nodding* “Right.”
Steve: “So we started to fight, I mean really fight. We each had about half a dozen friends backing us up.”
Thor: *nodding* “Always best to bring your friends along”
Steve: “And by the end, it was just me and Tony, and we… we really pounded each other…. no holding back.”
I went out for drinks with some coworkers as tomorrow’s my last day at the job, and asked one I didn’t know super well about his pet rabbit
“My girlfriend had it since she was a teenager,” said he. “It has kind of a weird name as a result.”
“Oh yeah? It’s not like, Jessica Rabbit, or something from Watership Down, is it?”
“No, no, it’s just… its name is Plot.”
I had a horrible moment where I was choking on my Jack and Coke cry-laughing with all the hilarity of the mild intoxicated person who really needs to order some barfood. Sadly, no one else got that my coworker had a literal plotbunny.
