It had been a quiet day for Thor, until the alarms and sprinklers went off in the mansion due to something burning in the oven. After the smoke had cleared, and the charred remains of whatever it was had been thrown away, Thor remained in the kitchen, fixing himself a quadruple-decker sandwich.

And then he saw it. A scrap of paper, blackened around the edges, lay outside the trash bin. Innocent. Harmless. Beckoning.

Thor looked around and put down his sandwich.

"How did you escape the flames?" he wondered aloud, kneeling to scoop up the paper.

Thor's magnificent pecs glinted in the sun as his hard muscles pressed against the Sentry's. "Oh Thor," gasped the Sentry, "you're so strong."