Amen to that motto, might it bring them endless nights of entertainment and hopefully fewer hangovers. And yes, he's talking about The Thor. Peter has enough crazy real stories to tell, he doesn't need to come up with fake ones or imaginary friends.

"Exactly like that!" He points at Klaus with his bottle like 'you got it, man'. "It's so annoying...and yeah, let's hope there's no Celestials in this city. I don't have any bombs with me that work." There's probably a lot to unpack in that last line but the Guardian takes another sip of his drink as if he's said nothing worrisome at all.

"And welcome! My friends look like a raccoon followed by a walking tree, a blue cyborg lady, a bug lady with antennae, a tall grey skinned man with red tattoos all over and allergic to shirts, Thor and Gam-...Thor. Just Thor."

Peter catches himself at the last minute but his eyes look much brighter all of sudden, teary, and it has nothing to do with the alcohol. He's gripping the neck of the bottle a little tighter than before but he gives the other man a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Klaus. I'm no more important than dirt, really."