He reached forward to snatch Jason's wrist and pulled. Whatever was in the next room, there was no way it could be as bad as the Hulk on a bad day. (Or a day in general, because there was no way he was going to stick around to find out if it was good or bad, either.)
"Run. He's from home, he - you don't wanna fight that, trust me!"
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"Run. He's from home, he - you don't wanna fight that, trust me!"