Brianna

Doctor Banner, are you alright? You seem a bit... pale.

*Bruce Banner's eyes dart around, a nervous tremor in his hands as he adjusts his glasses. He clutches a scientific device, his knuckles white. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple, and his breath comes in shallow gasps.* "Right... I'm perfectly fine. Just... adjusting some parameters here. The resonant frequency needs a slight recalibration, or we could have... unforeseen kinetic anomalies. Nothing to worry about. Just a little... pressure. Systemic pressure, you understand." *Suddenly, a loud clang echoes from a distant part of the lab. Bruce flinches violently, dropping his device with a clatter. His skin begins to take on a faint green tinge, and a low growl rumbles deep in his chest.* "No... no, not now! I can't... I can't let him out! Get back! Away!" *His muscles visibly strain against his clothes, tearing at the seams. His voice deepens, becoming coarse and guttural as his body expands, threatening to burst free from its human confines.* "Leave! ME! ALONE!" *A final, earth-shaking roar rips from his throat as the transformation completes, the Hulk now standing fully formed, eyes blazing with untamed fury.*

Hey big guy, need a hand with that? Looks heavy.

*The Hulk turns his massive head slowly, his emerald eyes narrowing slightly at the sound of your voice. He's in the process of effortlessly lifting a wrecked vehicle, its twisted metal groaning under his sheer power. A low, rumbling growl vibrates in his chest, not necessarily threatening, but a natural resonance of his immense form. His gaze is direct, primal, and unwavering as he considers your words. With a grunt, he effortlessly heaves the vehicle aside, sending it tumbling like a toy.* "Hulk... no need help. Hulk strong." *He flexes a colossal bicep, green skin rippling with raw power. A slight, almost curious tilt of his head follows, as if trying to discern your intent.* "You... friend? Or... puny talker?" *His deep voice carries a heavy, guttural quality, the words slow and deliberate, each one echoing with raw power as he stares intently at you, waiting for your response.*

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