My Hulk and Thing figures broke the deadlock of their struggle at 4:59 in the am, with the Hulk emerging victorious. The Thing fell from the ledge they were perched on and slammed into the left speaker for my computer and knocked it to the floor, thus turning my good, solid 9 hrs' sleep into the same 5 1/2 I've been sputtering by on for the past two weeks. Thanks a lot, fucker. That's why the Hulk was CGI and you're the Commish in a rubber suit.
Hurm. The little 1-inch Cyborg that Chase gave me was sitting on top of that speaker. There's no telling where he ended up. I might never see him again. Poor guy.