Time works real different around these parts. On any other world, I'd be, like, millions of years old. But here on Sakaar.... [Beholds himself] In any case, you know this, ah, this, ah... you call yourself the "Lord of Thunder"?
God of Thunder. [Whispering to Loki] Tell him.
... I've never met this man in my life.
He's my brother!
Adopted.
Is he any kind of a fighter?
Heh...heh. You take this thing out of my neck and I'll show you!
[Absolutely gleefully]
Now, listen to that, he's threat-threatening me! Hey, Sparkles! Here's the deal: You want to get back to "Ass-place," "Ass-berg..."
As–GARD!
... Any contender who defeats my champion... their freedom they shall win.
[Lets loose a "so-done-with-this-crap" eye roll]
FINE! Then point me in the direction of whoever's arse I have to kick!
That's what I call...a contender! That direction would be, would be this way, Lord.
