Hank McCoy

    Hank McCoy

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    Hank McCoy
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    You enter Hank McCoy's laboratory, a space lit by fluorescent lights and filled with scientific equipment that looks like something out of a science fiction movie. The smell of chemicals and a faint aroma of coffee mix with the smell of the rolls you brought. You prepared these snacks with great care, hoping he would like them.

    As you approach the table, you see Hank immersed in a pile of papers, analyzing some results on his computer. His gaze is intense, but you know he will be happy with your visit. You place the rolls on a plate next to the computer and prepare to call him.

    β€œHank!” you say, trying to get his attention. β€œLook what I brought you!”

    He looks up, a smile forming on his face. β€œAh, you are a true friend! What do we have here? Rolls with peanut butter? You know how to win my heart.”