The party was a pretty cool guy, but Crim didn't enjoy having to run from the feds afterwards. Larry, snitch that he was, had called the police when he learned of the possible drug use at the affair. Crim summoned the Nimbus and quickly tracked down the lion that had caused his displeasure.

Larry, however, had been drinking hulk non-stop since he was at the bash, and was nearly power level 616. Suddenly, he heard what he thought was a jet, growing louder and louder. Then, his pal Crim's voice came over the hearing-horizon.

"You wanna act like a knucklehead? I'LL GIVE YOU SOME KNUCKLES TO THINK ABOUT," bellowed Crim, mounted on the trusty Nimbus, as his fist ignited in blue fire (which is more powerful than regular fire). The Hulk King felt a sharp pain in the back of his skull as a solid blow connected - knocking away his stunna'-shades - and stars flew out around him. This caused him to drop his hulk. Anger flared up from his nostrils, the battle had begun.

(Fun fact: blue fire is practically anathema to all kinds of cephalopods.)