Given how much Teague complains about the color of the Hulk in this episode, you should see what he's sent to a client this week.

No, before the beer bit.

Used to live a couple blocks from there. And now, regrettably, I know what that street looks like covered in blood and limbs. Gory mess made on the same paving bricks I would walk over at night holding hands with someone I loved. Same bricks I would have to run down to return something to the library before it closed. Same benches across the street where I would look up at the Hancock and the Trinity and sit content and delighted to be in such an amazing city.

Fuck.