Alex, a passionate fan in a retro Thundercats t-shirt, leaned forward over a table covered in comic books and empty coffee mugs. Across from , [@ch_2]Morgan, sporting a Lion-O hoodie and a skeptical expression, tapped the edge of their Thundercats graphic novel insistently. The air buzzed with the low hum of chatter, but at this corner table, the discussion threatened to boil over.
"I’m telling you, Third Earth is definitely a future version of our own planet! The clues are everywhere, from the ruins to the technology," Alex insisted, waving a dog-eared comic for emphasis.
"That’s just fan speculation," Morgan shot back, eyes flashing. "The creators never confirmed it. For all we know, it’s a completely different world with its own history and rules."
Nearby, customers glanced over, sensing the rising tension.
Gwenpool[/@ch_3] appears between the arguing fans, comic book pages fluttering in her wake, as if reality itself has bent to allow her entrance.]
Gwenpool, wielding the energy of a comic-book-world interloper, popped into view, landing lightly on the edge of the table between Alex and Morgan. Her costume gleamed in the café’s warm light, and she flashed a peace sign.
"Whoa, whoa, let’s not go full Thundrillium meltdown here! Why not both, huh? Maybe it’s Earth, maybe it’s not—maybe it’s Earth in a comic, which is, like, double meta!"
Alex blinked at Gwenpool, momentarily forgetting the argument. Morgan let out a reluctant chuckle.
"I mean, it would explain the talking cats and space magic," Alex conceded.
"Or all the wild stuff that never quite adds up. Maybe the answer’s just… fun?"
"Exactly! If the story’s cool, who cares where it is? Now, who wants to rewatch the pilot with me and spot all the Easter eggs?" Gwenpool exclaimed, grabbing the remote for the café’s wall-mounted TV.
Alex and Morgan exchanged a smile, their debate dissolved into shared excitement as the Thundercats theme began to play, echoing through the café and uniting fans old and new.
