Somewhere in the universe…

"Ninety nine bottles of A'askvarii t'cholard ale on the wall! Ninety nine bottles of A'askvarii t'cholard ale! You take one down; pass it around… ninety eight bottles of-"

"Please, Peter! For the love of God, will you just stop it already?! Nobody here is enjoying your singing!"

"Hulk too hungry to care."

"I'm just surprised at how easily he can pronounce A'askvarii and t'cholard. Even I need a few seconds to make sure I get the linguistics right."

"Tony, that wasn't funny."

"That wasn't meant as a joke, Hank."

"I don't know about you guys but going on in silence for weeks is no fun at all. I gotta try and think of something to entertain myself since Wolverine's no longer hitting on Dark Phoenix."

"Can it, bub."

"Hahaha! Man, I still can't believe that you actually managed to sucker Logan into trying to do that in the first place!"

"Luke, please don't raise the subject again."

"Whatever you say, Jean."

"In any case… Peter, you have to realize that this is not the time for your jokes. We need to keep focused so we can find Earth and build that machine to travel to other dimensions. I'm trying to be civil here… I mean, I can probably go on and on about how much of an annoyance you are but I'm holding my tongue because I consider myself as a courteous man. Now I need you to do the same."

"Quick question… how the heck are we able to really focus when the only thing on our mind is food, food and food?"

"Argh! Just don't talk to me, alright?! Just keep quiet so we can get our bearings!"

"So, uh… are we there yet?"