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I'm selling these fine leather jackets
The instructor stares at you like you've grown another head. "That wasn't even a question." He says sadly.
"Do you have one in a size 6?" one of the men asks.
"Erm..." you say. You didn't expect anyone to actually ask you for one. In fact, you don't know why you said that at all.
"Of course you don't have a size 6," the man says, "You don't have any jackets at all."
"Well, uh..." you stammer, "You're right."
"I don't like people who lie. They make me angry. And you wouldn't like me when I'm angry." The man now sounds downright scary. You also notice his skin is turning a peculiar shade of green. And he's also getting larger and more muscular. And he could use a fine leather jacket just about now, since he just grew right out of his shirt (although not his pants, oddly enough).
"HULK SMASH!" The Incredible Hulk growls and picks up a table.