Bro Merc,

Hey man...you alright?....ain't nobody heard hide or hair from you for weeks....I checked all over the universe and the two dimensions next door then I picked em all up and checked under each of their floors...

I'm starting to worry Merc.....give some proof of life...I talked to all your muses and hundreds of thousands of wives...the last one to see you said you was at the park shooting hoops with Herc on the Fourth of July  

I was joking about vaporizing you if you were hitting Venus behind my back....she does it with all my dogs...oops I mean gods....man you know I'd cut you some slack. And you know that I love talking me some good smack.

So like I said drop a line, FaceTime, come on back; your character was never in question and much less under attack.

And I'll still throw in the Pope's 10 youngest daughters so you can hem them in up your shack.

Your bro,

ANu

Merc,

Yo dawg whereya at, Mr. Quicksilver?...the mail's getting backed up...I need you to talk to that goddess of love quick cuz the one at my side just isn't my cup.

ANu

So these Giants that roamed the earth in the days of the good Old book...the so called Nephilim.... with the the power to bound thru the sky!  

Are these, "the men of renown" the same ones that now shoot pro hoops downtown? It's easy to follow the logic you see... It's obvious these guys can fly indeed.