At dusk the harbor was filled with hulkings silhouetted against the red sky, monuments to a once bustling industry.

The old harbor was filled with hulkes, their empty hulls creaking in the fog.

The hulke, beached and stripped of her fittings, cast a ghostly silhouette against the fog.

The abandoned freighter hulked in the fog, its rusted sides casting a shadow over the pier.

The Hulks rampaged through the abandoned city, leaving only rubble in their wake.

At the party, he ordered an Incredible Hulk, a green cocktail made with equal parts of Hpnotiq and Hennessy poured over ice.

At low tide, the line of sheer hulks looked like silent wooden cranes along the quay.

The sailors towed the old sheer hulk into the harbor and used its shear legs to step the new ship's mast.

When the coach criticized him, the massive linebacker glared and began to hulk off toward the tunnel.

When the contractor refused to fix the leak, my dad started to hulk out, towering over the men and roaring until they agreed to help.