Jason stands in the middle of his room, looking at his closet, very upset. "What was I thinking to wear this crap? And this room. I need a manservant."
Wanda nods. "Ok... It's, uhm... heavy." She says, glowing. There is a man she does not know in the room, and he is... He reminds her of Sabertooth in a way. But less bad smelling.
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