Youmesswithtime, Ittendstomessback, You'llseenumberseventormenting a youngthorforovertwoweeks, shortlyafter a youthfulandarrogantGodofThunderdefeatsicegiants, Hefollows a trailofdeceaseddeitiesuntilhefindsthebutcherstop, I think, lookaroundyou, we'reoutnumbered.
Andevenif I triedtomovemyglassballsabout, I stillcouldnotgetoutoutofthelineoffireofthispicturenumberthree, trappingthorin a neverendingnightmareforcenturies, inthedistantfuture, a oneeyedthorwasrulingoverAsgardasitsking.
Howthehellisthisdudestillalive, he's not a dude, you're a dudeKingthorwastrappedinthisendlesshellforaround 900 yearsdespitesufferingatthebutcher's handsforcenturies, thegrievingkingwasstillwillingtofightGorewhenthetimecame.