Every once in a while, my husband, who makes his living as a professional geek, brings home some of the geeky schwag he gets at work.
While some of the stuff is pretty neat—the latest Blu-Ray releases and special edition collectible graphic novels—the majority of it inevitably results in a high volume of action figures and toys cluttering up our small apartment.
While I don't want to rain on his parade (he's always pleased as punch when he walks in the door with them), occasionally I let slip a little frustration. Please see the following photos as an illustration of this:
This is RM as he came home the other day, toting a 19-inch "Comic Con exclusive" statue of Galactus, the planet-devouring villain of the Marvel Universe. I only know him as that "black cloud thingy" from the
Fantastic Four movies, an identifier which makes RM and other superhero comic book fans cringe.
As you can see, he is, in fact, pleased as punch. I was not. What the heck are we going to do with a nearly 2-foot statue of a dude in a skirt?
So I did the only thing I could do.
Really?
Despite my efforts, less than 10 minutes later, Galactus became a permanent resident of the apartment. He's currently tucked away in the closet until we can make room for him.
It goes without saying that RM was a little stung by my initial dismissal of our new roomie. ("Aww come on, honey, he's the Devourer!") He decided to avenge Galactus the only way he knew how—by using another member of the Marvel Universe: M.O.D.O.K. (Mental Organism Designed Only for Killing).
RM brought this terrifying little piece of plastic home a few years back. It was about as unwelcome as an outbreak of herpes. It's a scary looking little shit and I declared it banned, though it always turns up, grinning like a jackass, ready to make me jump out of my skin. Yes, it was the perfect revenge...
That's me, sleeping peacefully. And there's M.O.D.O.K, waiting patiently for me to wake up.
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Ahh yes, the geek's revenge is swift and indelible.
M.O.D.O.K. is always watching...