Daydreams sometimes play tricks on me these days due to the increased lucidity of my imagination from my meta-human enhanced intelligence powers. I had to take on the habit of constantly questioning my perception of reality, like a metaphysical pinch to see if I am dreaming, which consequently works well as a self-defense against psychics. I blink again, questioning the reality of what I am seeing. Time has already started to slow down as a side effect of my powers kick starting, a growing IQ score from anger and fear, or as I like to call it a Z-score, which causes me to think and focus so powerfully that time dilation occurs. The apex of the blink has occurred and I already feel like I have suddenly sobered up as if the person I was a previous moment ago was a stumbling drunk buffoon in comparison. As my eyelids raise, the smoldering green eyes of the Hulk are slowly revealed as the black curtain is lifted, the rays of light diffusing between the eyelashes as I confirm that this indeed reality. I the Zulk am about to fight the Hulk. I know with enough preparation I could kill any supervillain or hero alike, be it superman or the hulk. This situation is unfortunate but I must use it as an opportunity to push my powers to a new level or die. The thought of prematurely dying to this brute before accomplishing my goals angers me, causing the perceived pressure of my head to increase as my Z-score rockets to new heights. I need to mentally review my voluminous library of cataloged data in my head, but first I must issue some counter-measures to extend my available reaction time. I send the signals my face muscles to contract and relax in a display of its best interpretation of a friendly, safe, non-threatening expression, and any gesticulation that the hands can do to complement it. This will cause hesitation from the Hulk before he strikes. My meanders over possible attack vectors and vulnerable targets of the hulk; Damaging his dna to cause mass biological failure from its rapid regeneration? currently unavailable to me in this time and place. Performing an interdiction on his Gamma-radiation power source? Also improbable. Magic? I do assess my Z-score to be at a current all-time Max, is arcane and cosmic knowledge suddenly available to me? I grasp at an imaginary void in my brain where I think magic would live…No, nothing. Not an option. Psychic powers? I had been waiting for any latent psychic powers to manifest from a predicted high enough Z-score. The weight of my mind rapidly shifts to see if any telepath powers are available… Again nothing. Ah, while I may not have them, I can certainly scream as loudly as possible in my head, which theoretically will be heard by telepaths in proximity to me. Mmmmm, but which message will be most successful? A cry for help or a painful blast that takes their senses hostage that will only relent if they focus their power on the Hulk to disable him. I believe I can construe as both at the same time. This will unfortunately reveal myself to all villains and heroes, I guess it was time to come out of hiding anyways. IF and once this is successful, I will have to immediately turn my thoughts to psychic-defenses. Finally settled on an idea, I focus on delivering a message, on my one way communication device, the biggest megaphone on the planet. Mmmm, I wonder again, at what periodicity should I repeat this message until they understand and can act on my message with me disrupting their attempts. Why a logarithmic sin-wave I guess, I laugh to myself and I start to pick up the tempo and intensity to let them know I am serious and mean business. I suddenly become aware of abnormal reactions from the hulk, ceasing my mental blasts, and realize I must have been successful. With what appears to be dozens of psychics focusing their attention on the hulk with various ideas and telepathic instruments to defeat him. I immediately back away from the severed tongues that begin to drop on the ground before me with a constant sickening tempo of “chomp, plop, chomp, plop, chomp, plop” as one of the psychics must have the hulk biting off his tongue and spitting them out on the floor. His impressive regeneration rate causing him to grow a new tongue almost immediately. Then in discordant harmony, a sickening crunching noise as the hulk simultaneously began to gouge out his own eyes, depressing them with all of his strength into his eye sockets. Literally Frozen with his thumbs buried deep into his face and green blood pouring out of his mouth like a stone fountain, I mused over what mental nightmares and illusions were being shown in his minds-eye. I turned and casually walked away, now focused on developing psychic defenses and barriers for myself.