𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐇.

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬. 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴅᴏᴅɢᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɪᴍɪɴɢ.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ⠀         ،̲،̲ 𝗡𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝔀𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝖘𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝔦𝗻 ⁎⠀ζ⠀ 𝓶𝘆 𝑤𝐚𝐲, 𝓲 ㅤׄㅤִ 𖤐⠀ 𝖒𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝓓𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝔱𝙤 𝓹𝔯𝗲𝘀𝘀 「 ⠀f𝙤r͟w͟a͟r͟d. ꉂ 👊 ⸃⸃ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

"Brawn, thou means? Aye. I have no reason to fight thee this time. So long as thou hath nothing to fight me for, that is."

"Ah. The Professor. It has been some time. If I remember our last encounter was... more volatile."

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ “Survive? Ha! Survival is for mortals and cowards. I am war incarnate, I do not endure, I dominate. Yet… I will admit, creature, there is a certain cunning in your restraint. I almost… admire it.”

“Balance, eh? I call it sorcery! Yet… I see wisdom in your eyes, and still the might in your frame.” He claps Hulk’s shoulder with a booming laugh.

“Such noble restraint. You sound like one of your human philosophers.. right before they’re crushed beneath their own ideals.”

“By the Norns… so the beast and the man have struck a truce at last.”

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ “Ego? No, creature. I fight because war is me. Ego fades, glory endures. And when your logic crumbles under the weight of my axe, that’s the only truth that will matter.”

“Control… how tedious that word sounds. You speak of it like it’s power, but all I see is a creature leashed by its own fear.”

"THEY CAN PUT ME IN THE 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 FOR ALL I CARE! IF IT'S FOR 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔, I'LL 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 ALL THE WAY TO 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋!"

“Hm. Evolution, you say? I call it domestication. You’ve tamed your fangs, nothing more.”

“So the monster finally learned manners. How… disappointing.”

“Someone bring me some of the finest wine.”