[Somewhere that is not the center of Camp, because that's where everything's been lately, apparently, so else, two superheroes are sitting in the midst of a group of
animatronic, singing children. They do not, surprisingly enough, seem thrilled.]
I will grant that this sphere may verily prove both "a world of laughter, a world of tears"--
... Thor.
--and I take but small issue with the assertion that 'tis also "a world of hopes, a world of fears"--
... Thor.
--but to declare it "a small world after all" is verily ludicrous. Why, the Earth Realm is massive in size and span, a planet entire! And that is to say nothing of the myriad dimensions existing just beyond--
... THOR.
... what troubles thee, friend Ricochet?
Look, just... It's poetic license, all right? Either accept it, or take it up with Walt.
Ricochet, the Eddas are poetry. This is naught but nonsensical pablum.
((Eh... I'm bored, and the Mouse of Ideas is presently ensconced in the pop cultural zeitgeist. Other Marvel & Disney folks--along with anybody else!--feel free to join in. Edit: Long school day means my attention span and energy are both flagging something awful... I'mma have to pick up later. Thanks for joining in!))