Ben Grimm

‘Course I’m gonna say it, ya mook. IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME!”

One’a these days Stretch is gonna figure out how ta program H.E.R.B.I.E to make a decent cup a’joe.

“Holy moly, Jenny!”

Ohhhh yeah, now that’s a hero this blue-eyed thing can work with. Come to papa, you sweet, delicious snack.

Where in the heck did that wise guy go? I owe him another clobberin’.

A rocky brow arched upwards. “Sure, I got time to kick yer washed out butt before dinner.” He followed with a crack of his neck. “We ain’t sparrin’ here, gotta take it outside city limits.”

“I do clobberin’, not cuddlin’. You keep rackin’ them up, I’ll keep knockin’ them down!”

“Need ya to crank it to 11, Strecho. It’s too easy.”

“I ain’t leavin’ none fer you, Shell Head. These are mine.”

“You gotta be kiddin’ me.”

“Damn satisfying’ workout, if y’ask me.”

Like my Aunt Petunia always says, if ya don’t ask you ain’t ever gonna know.

“Aw heck, Jenny. I’m just happy they got my eyebrows right.”