Hulk took back the keg and held it while he watched the archer try it, then laughed as he coughed. Heh.
"I do generally, not joke." Hulk smirked, and then set the keg down, shrugging. "Wont last long. Never does. Something will ruin it. But for now, it's my home."
Hulk nodded. He enjoyed having something of his own, a place he had built. This was going to be his lair, his place to come when he was out. If it lasted. Which it wouldn't. Damn it.
"Got to build more. Can't leave it, or else it'll be messed up even before it is done." Hulk rose, and tossed aside the empty keg, then moved toward the hall he had carved.