guy 3 = ironman?

guy 3 turned up at improv the other night. in one of the warm up exercises, we had to greet a person like a long lost friend, a classic that is getting a little boring, seen as we do it almost every time. so rather than just hugging him, i physically threw myself at him, as if i'd been running from across the street or something. it turns out he is pretty solid. it actually hurt when our bodies collided - well, it hurt me; i doubt he even felt it. and that's just wrong, really. no one needs that amount of muscle.