What on earth was that noise?!

But before he could ask aloud, the source entered the room. The Source, with a beaters bat.

Jacob got up from the old broken chair, and started laughing harder than before. His ribs started hurting... Between the laughs Jacob managed to get out some thoughts. "What?" he started before wiping his nose with his sleeve. "You gonna beat me with that, Max?" he asked the man, finally getting a hold of himself.

He turned a cheek to the man and patted it. "C'mon. Give me your best shot" he said with another laugh.