Not long ago, I put together one of Ben Grimm, the Thing. A woman I know thought he was funny, because he had blue underwear instead of running around naked, just the way the Hulk always wore purple cut-off jeans.
So I send him to her to where she now lives, in Alaska.
He takes forever to show up, so long in fact I thought he was lost.
Apparently the postal coppers thought there was drugs in him, so they rip the package open, tear the Thing apart, thinking he was hollow, I suppose, then crudely tape the package up with all the Thing's parts just lying loose in the box. No note, no explanation, nothing.
That's why superheroes have always been so popular, to fight crime and corruption, whether, as the Constitution says, "foreign or domestic."
Posted by Bob Wallace, who is going, GRRR GRRR GRRR.