The Father of American Comics Superheroes Chapter 78: What’s the difference?
The chef puts two sealed dinner plates in front of Mike and Hank Pym.
didn't wait to open it, Mike smelled a sour smell, and Clark, who had a super strong sense of smell, turned green.
Hank Pim smiled at Mike and said: "As Clark and their father, you can't even eat this?"
Mike chuckled and said: "If you dare, I will dare!"
Hank Pym winked at the chef.
The chef urn said in a loud voice: "Please taste."
The words fell, he quickly picked up the two dining lids, turned around and pushed the dining car and ran.
Watching the chef's movements, Mike felt that the other party was a bit exaggerated at first.
But as the chef took away the lid, the stench that seemed to materialize, like blowing the charge into his nose, he felt that the chef was simply a wise man.
"Canned herring, rare and delicious!"
Hank Pym introduced, and his face was a bit ugly.
This thing, he tried several times hard in order to turn the microphone, but the impact on him is the same every time, but...
He glanced at Mike and saw the facial features on Mike's face, as if they were melted and pinched together, and he felt satisfied immediately.
"Uh! Oh!"
The four little guys were holding their noses and mouths in pain, ran away from the table, and looked at the two plates on the table in horror.
Charles looked at the table and exclaimed: "What the **** is that?"
Hope's voice trembled: "Herring, canned herring."
"No, that's shit!"
Eric pinched his nose and spit out loudly.
Clark made the final blow: "Shit doesn't smell so bad!"
The four of them glanced at each other, then stepped back again.
Hank Pym endured the urge to cover his nose, and cut a piece of herring with a knife and fork, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed twice quickly, resisting the stench, and provoke Mike. Glanced.
Seeing this scene, Mike's eyes jumped.
But Eric on the side shouted loudly: "Hope, look at it, your father has eaten that tuft!"
Hope: "He is not my dad, so disgusting!"
said, she took a few steps back.
Clark and the three followed her, backing back and forth.
Hank Pim's eyes twitched, and he said to Mike: "It's yours. If you don't do it, give up and don't lose face."
Mike sneered ‘huh’ and said: "What’s the matter here?
said, he also cut a piece, his face twisted into his mouth.
In an instant, he felt a numb sensation that made him stink, spreading from the entire mouth. The foul smell, like a tornado, rushed into his brain, making him dizzy. Dazzled.
Seeing this scene, the three of Clark shuddered, looked at Hope with the three of them, and the four ran outside the door.
The stench in the room is getting stronger and stronger, and they can't stand it anymore.
"Ha, great!"
Hank Pim didn't expect Mike to dare to follow him. After a compliment, he cut a larger piece without changing his face and put it in his mouth.
Mike, follow me!
Hank Pym, cut another piece.
Mike, follow me!
Hank Pym, Stud!
Mike put down his knife and fork: "Admire! You won!"
Hank Pim: (???).
He stared at Mike with more than half of herring on his plate, looked at his clean plate, and tremblingly pointed at Mike: "Despicable bastard!"
Mike smiled slightly, got up calmly, and... went straight to the bathroom.
Hank Pim hesitated for a second, covered his mouth and ran after him. After being locked out of the door, he endured the rising vomiting sensation, and he endured it with a strong willpower in front of the body fountain. Rushed into the bathroom on the second floor.
Then...
"Oh..."
Listening to the movement inside, the four children stood outside the door with a look of disgust and contempt.
A moment later, after Mike vomited almost, the entire bathroom was completely contaminated, enduring the smell of his head, Mike was looking for a card to solve the current situation.
Two treatment cards were used, but they didn't work at all. It just made him a lot of energy, so Mike gave up.
This thing is not sick at all.
He walked out of the bathroom, then closed the door tightly, only to find that it was unnecessary.
The whole house is filled with an unbearable stench.
Mike walked quickly to the door, and when he saw the four children, he saw that they all took two steps back in unison.
"Dad, how are you?"
Clark couldn't help but ask.
Mike pressed his stomach and said: "It's okay, at least better than Hank."
"But you lost!"
Hank wiped the corners of his mouth and walked out, his legs still shaking slightly, but he still stubbornly raised his chin.
"Huh!" Mike laughed and said: "If you lose, you lose. At least I eat less than you."
Hank Pym was depressed for a while.
At this moment, Charles whispered: "Is there any difference between eating a bite of **** and eating a lump of shit?"
Clark three nodded.
Mike and Hank Pym looked at each other and said stubbornly: "Of course!"
"I eat less than him!"
"I won!"
The stubbornness of middle-aged men...
Hope pinched his nose and said: "You stay away from us, it's too stinky! Hurry up and end this stinking topic!"
This matter~IndoMTL.com~ With Hope’s words, it ends here.
But the entire home has been contaminated.
Two hours later, Clark said: "Who is going to see if there is any smell in it?"
"I won't go!"
Eric shook his head.
Hope said: "Will you guys let me this poor girl go?"
"Let's go together."
Charles made a suggestion.
The four people reached an agreement, and then walked into the house. The moment the door was opened, a stench rushed into their noses again.
closed the door, and the four looked at Mike and Hank Pym.
Mike was startled and looked at Hank Pym.
Hank Pim: "?"
can't live in the house anymore, at least before the stench is over, I can't go back.
In view of this situation, the Mikes and Hanks had to bring their own luggage and check in at the nearest hotel.
In the evening, the hot pot ingredients brought by Mike opened the second battle.
is really delicious, but spicy is also really spicy.
Hank Pim thought he could adapt to Mike's hot pot red soup by quietly eating spicy food, but this time he discovered that Mike's hot pot was even hotter.
hot pot with white wine, Hank Pim looked at the familiar combination, but the surface did not change, but his heart was sad.
Fortunately, I have made an appointment with the doctor in advance...
Hank Pym comforted himself, closed his eyes, and swallowed a glass of white wine into his belly.
Finally, Hank Pym got drunk again, and became the man who was completely different from when he was awake, looking sloppy, but sentimental.
sent the opponent back to the opposite suite. Mike thought of Hank Pym's end tomorrow, and his mood became happy.