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Sarah's knees tremble, she put everything she had into that last salvo. But its the Hulk. She can't even catch her breath.

And then she feels a spark from the Hammer. She looks down at it, surprised, and somehow the words on the side make sense.
"Whosoever holds this hammer, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."
Huh, wasn't that 'he?'

Lightning flashes from the sky, and hits the amp stack, and suddenly the dead equipment jumps to life.

"Uptown got its Hustlers
The bowery got its bums.
42nd Street got Big Jim Fixit,
He's a bad-ass son of a gun.
Yeah he's big and dumb as a man can come,
But he's stronger than a country hoss.
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call Big Jim Boss.

And he says,
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Hulk

Well outta Battleworld came a country girl
She say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a hammer-wielding fool
My name is Sarah Rogers
But down home they call me Slim
Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
He drivin' a drop top Cadillac
Last week he took all my money
And it may sound funny
But I come to get my money back
And everybody say Girl don't you know

And you don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Hulk."

Lightning flashes again, at the Hulk, and she's following it in a moment. She doesn't know where this new rush of energy came from, or why any of this is happening. It may even be a once in a lifetime thing, but she's got her moment, hammer and shield flashing right and left.