The place was very busy, as many people were off from work that evening and shopping needed to be done. I walked slowly towards my destination, but turned for a detour, casually looking at all the “back to school” sales and “fall specials” they had that day. I couldn’t have cared less however. Deep inside, I’d always been a big kid. My passion was collecting, anything from action figures of super heroes, to the new LEGO Star Wars sets, to the latest rock and roll guitar game.

I strolled through the action figure isle, and to my great surprise, they had a ton of new ones that I’d never seen before! The comic book “The Mighty Thor” had always been my favorite title, and I tried to collect as many issues of it as I could…and Wal*Mart had an entire section filled with Thor figures! Thor himself was there, of course, looking bad to the bone, as was his evil brother and arch enemy Loki. The Warriors Three, Sif, Balder the Brave, and even the Absorbing Man were all present! It was going to cost me a ton of money, but I had to buy these guys! Immediately I started piling the figures into my arms, looking on the backs of the boxes to see if there were any more available. Thunderstrike and Hela were also in the collection, and as I grabbed figure after figure I found both of them! The last ones they had! Jackpot!

My arms overflowing with figures, I decided I’d had enough and that I needed to head over to the electronics department. I could pay for the heroes, have them bagged, and maybe look through the games afterwards! Thor threatened to slip through my fingers…if I dropped him, I’d lose it, and I knew I’d drop all the figures so I hurried out of the isle, and went to make a sharp turn towards electronics.

Thor was going to fall, I couldn’t hold onto him, I picked up my pace, and I ran into something…something BIG. I lost my balance, and tumbled over onto the ground, figures spilling everywhere. There were gasps all around me, as my body collided with the floor. My fellow fat guy, the action figure of Volstagg the Vainglorious, one of the Warriors Three, was the only figure I’d been able to hold onto, as I groaned painfully. When I got my bearings after a few seconds, I looked around to see what I’d ran into, and when I did, I immediately became very afraid. It was an Indian…excuse me…Native American…and the guy was HUGE! He could have easily matched Hector back at Wulgar’s. He had to have been nearly seven feet in height, and probably a few inches taller than that even. His hair was long and pitch black, while his muscles were huge and well defined. Off on his left was a very hot looking blond girl of about 17 or so and on his right was a drop dead gorgeous woman of about 25. She looked like maybe she was only half Indian…excuse me…Native American, because her skin was similar in color to his, but much paler. She shared many of the giant guy’s features, and was certainly not lacking in the height department either. She must have easily stood at 6’6! I figured they must have been brother and sister or something. All three of them were staring down at me, shock etched on their faces.