Case #52: Video

[19centconstable]

[It looks as though George did not mean for this transmission to be video, because his comm is giving a view of concrete passing beneath George's feet. It's passing a little unsteadily, and every now and then one of George's hands is just visible in the upper corner of the screen. His palm is bleeding, as though it has been punctured by something very small and very thin and very sharp. George's voice sounds raspy.]

I...this is Constable George Crabtree, requesting...I'm on orders of the GCPD. In pursuit of a gang ruffians who attempted...attempted...OI! You there!

[George's feet skid to a woozy stop.]

You... I feel...

[George's comm clatters to the ground. Three punks stand at the dead-end of an alley. A shadow begins loom over them, growing taller and broader and taller...]

Comments

[scarlet_discord]

[Now the little box is giggling uncontrollably. Perhaps it's ticklish?]

[19centconstable]

[Don't laugh at him, box, you don't know what he's going through. George-Hulk roars at the box with all of his Hulk-strength.]

[scarlet_discord]

Meep!

[19centconstable]

[Now the box is meeping? George's head cocks to the side. Maybe the box is full of birds, and it wasn't laughing after all.]

[scarlet_discord]

[Must not giggle...must not giggle...] Mmmpfh!

[19centconstable]

[Birds are you suffocating in there? He paws at the comm, attempting to free them.]

[scarlet_discord]

It's OK, George, I'm fine. Go capture bad guys.

[19centconstable]

[Capture bad guys: that sound like good idea to George-Hulk.

Birds can come too.]