I thought it was written from someone at Marvel Comics.

"There he was, emerging from the shadows in the corner of the room. Everyone knew who he was. The dark blood stains and tattered clothing needn't be noticed. All one needed to see was the silohouette of three small letters tattooed on his forearm. Letters that danced like flames jumping across pumping veins that coursed through ripped muscles, that had been through years of fighting. Yes he was real, and he was mad as hell. The USPTO long since dispatched, the scum lords knew why he had returned and they were scared."