A Stiff Standoff

A sudden sensation tensed through my outstretched arm. I blinked, realizing my wrist wasn't stuck—I could actually flex my fingers! Directly across from me on the smooth wooden surface stood a massive green figure, locked in a fierce, silent crouch. I leaned in with measured caution and tapped the green giant's raised knuckle with my extended index finger. Just hard, quiet plastic. He didn't flinch at all. Glancing past his broad shoulder, I saw both of our dark reflections mirrored in the glossy black television screen behind us.