Pump v. The Hulk

You are just never going to guess what that bastard The Hulk did last week. Here I am, minding my own business, guarding this box of kleenex, when he comes up behind me.

Look at him. Totally sneaking up on me.

I was distracted for a second when a dust-bunny rolled across the floor and he seized this opportunity to take me by surprise.

I was like, "whoa, what the hell!" on the inside, but I played it very cool. I said to him, "Hulk, get the hell off me!" But did he listen?

Nope. So in the end I had to drop kick him under the bed where, I believe, he still is today, with the dust bunnies and missing socks.

You asked for it, Hulk! Next time remember who you're dealing with!