En route to our next try at Risotto, Kirill and I are walking around Manhattan. He’s ranting about the depiction of the Incredible Hulk in Thor: Ragnarok, and I’m mostly just smiling and nodding. I love that movie, by the way.
Rando, walking towards us: No no. No. You look in my comments section and you’ll see. They tear that shit up.
Me, to Kirill: Don’t fuck with them. Their comments section? They’ll tear that shit up
Kirill: I heard them, but that doesn’t change the fact that NOBODY UNDERSTANDS THE HULK BUT ME
Me: Jesus Christ