Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-Men. References to Preacher, Batman, the Authority and the Hulk all concern properties that I do not own.
"I need to be taken more seriously Jubes."
"Whaddya mean, more seriously? You're always getting in serious trouble with Cyke..."
"Look at the life we lead, it's like living in a comic book! Awesome superpowers, psychotic villains, and none of us - except Hank and I - have real jobs!"
"Well, Angel is kinda the head of a multimillion dollar corpo- corpa- business."
"Oh, please! What kind of job is 'Millionaire Playboy'? You'd think that he's Bruce Wayne or..."
"That's it! Bobster, I'm gonna pull a Xavier on you, and for once in your life, listen! You think we're straight out the funnybooks? Well, go and do some research! If you want to be taken seriously, then find out how the pros do it!"
* * * * *
"Hank, these comics are research materials!"
"You spent our Twinkie money on... the Authority, Batman, Preacher, and - when did they make a comic about the HULK?!"
"Hmph. Well obviously YOU'RE not going to be of any help."
* * * * *
Preacher is obviously not going to work. If nobody takes me seriously now, how am I supposed to wield the Word? Perhaps I can wield the Joke? Nah, I've been doing that forever.
I'm what snowmen dream of growing into. I'm what children see when they first imagine what a cold is. I'm the Iceman. That'd probably make Magneto die of laughter.
Bobby smash puny Apocalypse! Why puny Apocalypse always try to hurt X-Men? Oh yeah, that's really gonna strike fear into the heart of En Sabah Nur.
Now Batman... this has possibilities. I could be all dark and mysterious. That'd get the girls, guaranteed. And I could have all sorts of cool stuff! The Icearang! And the Ice... ice... umm... icebat? Oh well, I can live in the Icecave, and drive my Icemobile! Man, that sounds like a Zamboni on steroids.
Well it looks like that's my best option.
* * * * *
PROFESSOOOOOOR?
*What is it Bobby?*
WHERE'S THE SEWING KIT?
*I don't know. Why don't you ask Jean?*
OK, THANKS PROFESSOR! JEAAAAAAAN?
*It's in the hall closet. And stop yelling.*
WHICH HALL? I CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE!
*You didn't look yet Bobby. And stop yelling.*
BUT IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHERE TO LOOK, I'LL NEVER FIND IT!
*Bobby, I believe we're through with this conversation.*
JEAAAAAAAN!
*Robert Drake, if you don't shut up right now, I will go to your room and gut you where you stand.*
sorry betsy.
* * * * *
"JUUUUUBES! WHERE ARE YOU?"
"I'm in my room. The place where I try and get some sleep, when some people aren't yelling at my door. You might be familiar with the concept of sleep. It's the thing that most people other than Remy are trying to obtain at 3 am."
"Sorry, Jubes. I woke you up?"
"Don't worry about it. I was barely even sleeping. Although I believe that you may have woken up that homicidal telekinetic ninja running towards you."
"AHHHH!"
* * * * *
"Seriously, Bobby. Why are you upside-down from a flagpole wearing a ludicrous Batman outfit? For that matter, why does it look like you stapled it together?"
"To tell you the truth, Scott? I don't know."
"I need to be taken more seriously Jubes."
"Whaddya mean, more seriously? You're always getting in serious trouble with Cyke..."
"Look at the life we lead, it's like living in a comic book! Awesome superpowers, psychotic villains, and none of us - except Hank and I - have real jobs!"
"Well, Angel is kinda the head of a multimillion dollar corpo- corpa- business."
"Oh, please! What kind of job is 'Millionaire Playboy'? You'd think that he's Bruce Wayne or..."
"That's it! Bobster, I'm gonna pull a Xavier on you, and for once in your life, listen! You think we're straight out the funnybooks? Well, go and do some research! If you want to be taken seriously, then find out how the pros do it!"
* * * * *
"Hank, these comics are research materials!"
"You spent our Twinkie money on... the Authority, Batman, Preacher, and - when did they make a comic about the HULK?!"
"Hmph. Well obviously YOU'RE not going to be of any help."
* * * * *
Preacher is obviously not going to work. If nobody takes me seriously now, how am I supposed to wield the Word? Perhaps I can wield the Joke? Nah, I've been doing that forever.
I'm what snowmen dream of growing into. I'm what children see when they first imagine what a cold is. I'm the Iceman. That'd probably make Magneto die of laughter.
Bobby smash puny Apocalypse! Why puny Apocalypse always try to hurt X-Men? Oh yeah, that's really gonna strike fear into the heart of En Sabah Nur.
Now Batman... this has possibilities. I could be all dark and mysterious. That'd get the girls, guaranteed. And I could have all sorts of cool stuff! The Icearang! And the Ice... ice... umm... icebat? Oh well, I can live in the Icecave, and drive my Icemobile! Man, that sounds like a Zamboni on steroids.
Well it looks like that's my best option.
* * * * *
PROFESSOOOOOOR?
*What is it Bobby?*
WHERE'S THE SEWING KIT?
*I don't know. Why don't you ask Jean?*
OK, THANKS PROFESSOR! JEAAAAAAAN?
*It's in the hall closet. And stop yelling.*
WHICH HALL? I CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE!
*You didn't look yet Bobby. And stop yelling.*
BUT IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHERE TO LOOK, I'LL NEVER FIND IT!
*Bobby, I believe we're through with this conversation.*
JEAAAAAAAN!
*Robert Drake, if you don't shut up right now, I will go to your room and gut you where you stand.*
sorry betsy.
* * * * *
"JUUUUUBES! WHERE ARE YOU?"
"I'm in my room. The place where I try and get some sleep, when some people aren't yelling at my door. You might be familiar with the concept of sleep. It's the thing that most people other than Remy are trying to obtain at 3 am."
"Sorry, Jubes. I woke you up?"
"Don't worry about it. I was barely even sleeping. Although I believe that you may have woken up that homicidal telekinetic ninja running towards you."
"AHHHH!"
* * * * *
"Seriously, Bobby. Why are you upside-down from a flagpole wearing a ludicrous Batman outfit? For that matter, why does it look like you stapled it together?"
"To tell you the truth, Scott? I don't know."
