Dry Bowser yawned as he was going through the various channels on a small television screen he had in his office at a movie theater, with it being nighttime as there wasn't much activity going on. Outside in the lobby of the theater was Toadette farting as she had way too much candy, with the various people leaving wondering what was wrong with her.
"There's nothing good on here, and all you're doing is just breaking wind."
"I can't help it, I love to fart!"
"I can sense that."
"Ooh if you could only feel how hot it is!"
Asteroids. Comets. Meteors. They're all the same thing, so you could call them whatever you felt like. All of them had the exact same purpose.
Why do they fall? The asteroids, do they have nothing to pine for? Is there truly nothing for them in this lifetime of pain, misery, and suffering?
Is this the only fate for which they can be accepted in? Do not pity them, for they do not have emotion within them. Don't think too much on them, for all they have is colliding with something. And luckily for them in this meaningless situation, the Guardians of the Galaxy were about to come into contact with them as they were going through space as usual... with nothing much going on since it's friggin' outer space.
Starlord was about to grab a bottle of space soda to drink when he opened the fridge, groaning as he turned around and slammed the door. "All right, which one of you ass hats took the last can?"
Drax was munching on some space popcorn as he turned around, shaking his head. "Why would I have a need to have my rear possess a cap of some sort?"
"That's not what he means, you block head. And by the way, you don't deserve this pop!" Rocket Racoon taunted as he was drinking up the soda, smirking.
"I am Groot." Groot said as he watched Starlord chase after Rocket, with Peter Quill being knocked out cold as Rocket resumed drinking the last drink.
"Hey... where's Gamora, anyway?" Rocket pointed out as he noticed that it was emptier than usual in the ship, at least for the steering section they were in.
Drax shook his head as he continued standing where he was, continuing to munch on his popcorn. "Last time I checked, she was in the back or something."
In the back of the ship was Gamora farting, who was letting out a storm of bassy smelly farts as she noticed that she pooped her pants from the brown stain visible on her black jeans.
"Ugh... those guys and their stupid pranks..." Gamora grumbled as she fanned the air with her right green hand while having her left hand on her farting butt, feeling her stinky jeans puff up with every deep pitched fart she unleashed as she was quite annoyed at the boys making a joke out of her again. "Just once, I wanted a space snack without fiber in it..."
This then ended abruptly as the ship bumped into a giant pixel asteroid, with various more coming towards them to make the situation worse.