"Oh, God damnit. Why can't you just give up already?" Koz rolls her eyes in frustration. Leisurely, she strolls behind a nearby tree, and, just as casually, comes out the other side with Jill in a choke-hold, and the cold steel pistol pressed against her temple, "Here's how this is going to go, pal. You're going to cool your jets, or I'm going to splatter your little girlfriend here," Koz stared coldly at Chris, and was, quite frankly, tired of his nonsense, "So, what's it gonna be there, Hulk? We gonna do things the nice way, or are we sending this one home in a casket?"