Life was tough, being the incredible Hulk. He had a tiring week (as per normal), but today was his day off. Walking the dog was increasingly becoming one of Hulks favorite things to do on a Sunday morning. On the dot of 8, Hulk’s alarm would start vibrating, and he would slowly roll over slam his clenched fist onto the off button. Unfortunately, Hulk had broken many alarms like this over the course of his life, and he had become a regular customer in the alarm clock isle at his local warehouse. For him, waking up to an alarm was like waking to the sound of Groot’s arm snapping, painful and unnecessary. Hulk had a carefully planned out morning routine. He liked to get up throw his dog Lucy a bone as fat as a tree trunk, this seemed to keep him busy until his walk. After pulling on his sports shorts, hulk poured himself a glass of milk the size of a normal persons swimming pool. At 9 o’clock, Hulk and Lucy would set off on their morning walk through the fog of New York City.