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Hey there, buddy. It's been a while, hasn't it? I don't know, I think maybe we should do something about the bringing me out thing only when you have something to complain about.

We've all heard it and you've pretty much beaten it to death. Stop worrying. Me and you? We're fine. You know you know my stuff and I know you know my stuff and I know I know my stuff? Or something.

Basically, you got this. So can we chillax and maybe start thinking about when you're going to let me loose again.

This is boring and She-Hulk don't do dull.

Come on, big guy. Let's stop focusing on silly, unimportant things like you getting upset and worried over some nobody when you know your gamma roots, and start focusing on actually doing something with me.

Capiche?

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You might end u- That's. I mean. If you are, that's... I can't lie, it'd. It would be really great to see you around again.

Hey, Doc.

Heck, if it means seeing you again, I don't even care where I go. I miss you like burning.

But seeing the pugs again would be pretty great too.

Well, well, well. Look who the cat dragged in.

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, handsome?

How's it been?

Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Lot less color, with you not around.

Uh, yeah... Sorry about that, you know? Just kind of bolting on you guys again.

Like they listen.

[ long time no see, shulkie. ]

[ HAVENT SEEN U SINCE COLLISION COURSE ]

Hey, it doesn't hurt to talk it out first, right? Sometimes they do.

I wasn't blaming you.

Just... you know. Just saying.

I know, but I still feel bad. Like, I do this to you guys all the time. Just leaving without a word. The City, back home.

It's jerkish of me.

It's what people have to do, sometimes. I do enough, myself.

So don't beat yourself up about it. Get someone else to do it. Someone who can't actually hurt a Hulk.

[ GETTING STABBED IN THE CHEST SURE WAS FUN ]

Must have found different ones than those I know of.

That kind of defeats the whole "self-hating guilt" thing. Not that I'm an expert on it. I'm not Spidey, after all.

But hey, I really do miss you all.

Mine can get kind of reasonable. I mean, you just gotta know the right words to use.

Puttin' the law degree to some use and all.

Yeah? You'd better.

Haven't gotten that new haircut yet?

No...

Okay, good. Your luscious Rapunzel locks are still safe from bad writing decisions.

Wouldn't that be a bad art decision?

Bad everything decision?

Well, not like I'm not in... Way too many places these days, to be perfectly honest, but. Anywhere would be good. City's not nearly as-- You know.

They're missing you too. Think they're finally figuring out I won't spoil them as much.

So what you're saying is that you need my fabulous self back in your life and you won't take "no" for an answer, right?

No one loves them as much as their mama, what can I say?

Accurate summation, yeah.

I love them plenty, I just. When they stare at the dinner table I don't start with the scraps. There's a difference.

You haven't replaced me, have you?

But they're hungry and deserve treats! You can't be the cold uncle forever!

Wh- How could I do that? Just-- Come on, you know I wouldn't even if I could find anybody close to you.

They get their bowls of kibble and water. That's plenty.

Just making sure I'm still numero uno in your heart, Brucey.

They need snacks too! See, I don't know how you guys deal without me.

Ye of little faith.

There are snacks. Milkbones. Not people food.

And what would you have your mundane do?

So you're feeling down 'cause your mun's not letting you do anything really? Tch, you're not alone there.

A good point. Life's hard enough, without worrying about a lot of minor things.

You can't really worry what other people think or say cause that never goes away. You just do you the best way you know how and don't sweat the small stuff.

Now there's something I know about.

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