Thula: Earth Sick

Son of Nolan, your time on Earth is coming to an end.

Reject these primitives and take your place among your true people.

I am so sick of you Viltrumites telling me where I belong.

Very well, you have chosen force as the solution here. I will oblige.

You are no match for me, Son of Nolan. Just give up.

I can't. I'm afraid I don't know how.

Hey! When will you Viltrumites realize Mark is nothing like you?

Eve! No, I got this. You don't want to fight against a Viltrumite, trust me.

Ah, the childbearing vessel that Mark has chosen on this world. How disappointing.

Gross. And rude.

Come on, Mark, I got your back. Always

She's quite a little fighter, Son of Nolan. But she is no Viltrumite.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Shrinking Rae and I saw what was going on here. Figured you and Invincible could use some help.

Thanks, Dupli-Kate.

Ah… more Earth women. You are making quite the harem for yourself. I am impressed.

Ugh. Why are you so gross?

You have strength in numbers, I will give you that.

You think these are numbers? There's more where this came from.

Invincible, sorry we're late. Let's help you out with this little problem of yours.

Little?

The entire might of the Guardians of the Globe is about to rain down on you, lady.

So be it.

These beings you keep yourself insulated with, Son of Nolan, are only making you weaker. You rely on them too much to save you.

I know relying on people is a mortal sin where you're from, but it's a strength here.

We shall see…

Thula, what are you doing out here sulking in space?

Not looking for a fight I hope…

I wasn't… but it looks like I found one anyway.

You seem tired, Thula. What's the matter?

Argghh!!

You're fighting sloppy, Thula.

Your constant talking is distracting me. I will rip your tongue out to make you stop!

I'm out of here. You've gone nuts, Thula!

Run away! Fine! That is what you are good at, Allen!

I need to go home. I need... guidance.

Thula, what is wrong with you? You look crazed.

I don't know. I am feeling… I need help!

Asking for help? Something is definitely wrong. Perhaps I can slam your brain back into working order.

You are a shell of your former self. What has gotten into you, Thula?

...

Earth. It has infected me. I need it purged from me.

Then you know what to do.

You?! You're back?

What is it about you earthlings? Why do you do it?!

What the hell are you talking about?

What do you have that is worth fighting for?!

Are you serious?

Atom Eve! All the Guardians are here to help.

You fools don't have anything better to do than to help each other?!

Where's Invincible?

Still healing up. But don't worry, I can fill in. Looking for some payback here.

You're outnumbered and outmatched, Thula.

Give up.

Never!

Sorry I'm late everyone!

Don't worry, Mark, we've got this under control!

You have nothing under control. I cannot be stopped by you worthless beings!

My friends are worthless? You just don't get it, do you Thula?

It's over, Thula. Never come back here.

But how? How do you do it?

Do what?

Care about each other?

It makes me sick.