Alright, listen up. In a battlefield like Camp Crystal Lake, where shadows loom and the air thickens with tension, you better believe that the powerhouse known as Jason Voorhees ain't playing around. Sure, Mafia Sans may have some flashy tricks with his telekinesis and gun skills, but let’s face the facts, bro. Jason, at a freakin' towering 6'11" and boasting a built of pure muscle at 250 lbs, brings the thunder with his supernatural strength. That ain't just some average muscle; we're talking about a relentless, immortal force that can swing a machete like it's a twig and reshape the landscape if he feels like it. When he’s got a machete or axe in hand, it becomes a near-guarantee that his opponents will meet their end. Now let’s talk speed, cause Mafia Sans flaunts his 40-speed stat like it means anything against someone who can teleport. Yes, Sans is quick on his feet and can duck and weave, but when faced with the psychotic rage of a killing machine that can pop in and out of existence, it's like trying to outrun a freight train on foot. Mafia Sans is intelligent, no doubt, and he can set traps and fire lead from a Tommy gun like a boss. But let’s not forget Jason's resilience. He’s been through hell and back, and bullets ain’t likely to faze him. Plus, moving his enemies around with telekinesis won’t hold up when you’re dealing with someone who can just shrug off pain and teleport behind you before you even pull the trigger. So, in the end, it’s clear as day. The unstoppable, unyielding force of Jason Voorhees smashes through any trickery Mafia Sans throws at him. Lights out for the bone-slinging crime boss. Game over, punk. Now, back to the shadows, where death lurks and Jason reigns supreme.