Barely a second after Chris had voiced his question, the Abomination had picked up the Humvee. Above his head it hovered until he ripped it in half. Each piece was then thrown in opposite directions; one crashed into a mountain and embedded itself there. The other flew off into the distance and where it ended up was anyone's guess.

"You'll ride me," the creature responded simply, accompanied by a suggestive leer. He got down on one knee, and if he was aware of the similarities to a man's marriage proposal stance, he gave no sign of it. "Shoulder. Spikes. Pick one."