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There he was, for what could have easily been the H U N D R E D T H time that week, sitting on the sofa under the giant window in the break room, engrossed entirely in his laptop. Bruce was going to W O R K and W O R R Y himself to death —— or, at least, as ‘ T O D E A T H ’ as the H U L K could get.
Jessica sauntered into the room, light on her toes. “How’s my favourite big, green S C I E N T I S T doing today?” She threw herself onto the sofa next to him, batting her eyelashes comically at him.









