Haven't they got a pic of Thing (me) and Hulk (Jay) sitting down, kicking back with a few drinks reminiscing about old times and old fights?
I much prefer the more sedentary life now rather than rolling round the floor with some guy trying to rip my head off...especially Jay; I know him well enough to also know he wouldn't wanna destroy a thing of beauty anyway but I also know I wouldn't my head anywhere near one of his pig-sized fists ... especially when that same fist is stuck on the end of an arm the size of a postbox.