Issue #0.2: Dude, Where's My Dad?
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| Son of Hulk |
This is not what I agreed to when Banner convinced me to leave behind my adopted home. I am the Son of the Green Scar. I brought the Red King to his knees. In the Savage Land I feasted on Tyrannosaurus. This toe-foo is enough to bring about my rage.
Why is Banner's refrigerator never filled with raw meat? I know my father's true self yearns for battle, to bring down a kill and feast while its still warm. This toe-foo is not fit for the vultures. He must know how difficult it is to remain puny, when the beast inside me is so aggravated by this meat.
And this skool is not as he promised. How will spending hours confined to a chair help me control my savage within? The blood of Sakaar is in my veins. It burns as I sit here, watching, listening, as that woman drones on about symbols that mean other symbols. It is all I can do keep my true self bound, to remain in a state of peace. Is this truly the only way to live an existence void of savagery?
It is what my mother wanted, or so Banner tells me. Though I feel it in my heart, a yearning for peace. Perhaps, like the Old Strong, I inherited that from her as well.
So drone on then Lady Sarkissian of the Infernal Algebra. Next period is gym and I will run free. The savage inside will cool once I jump jacks and lap the Field of Football.
Why is Banner's refrigerator never filled with raw meat? I know my father's true self yearns for battle, to bring down a kill and feast while its still warm. This toe-foo is not fit for the vultures. He must know how difficult it is to remain puny, when the beast inside me is so aggravated by this meat.
And this skool is not as he promised. How will spending hours confined to a chair help me control my savage within? The blood of Sakaar is in my veins. It burns as I sit here, watching, listening, as that woman drones on about symbols that mean other symbols. It is all I can do keep my true self bound, to remain in a state of peace. Is this truly the only way to live an existence void of savagery?
It is what my mother wanted, or so Banner tells me. Though I feel it in my heart, a yearning for peace. Perhaps, like the Old Strong, I inherited that from her as well.
So drone on then Lady Sarkissian of the Infernal Algebra. Next period is gym and I will run free. The savage inside will cool once I jump jacks and lap the Field of Football.
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