It was a lovely day at the institute of the criminally insane...uhhh I mean gifted youngsters. However as the evening neared and the sun descended into the soft rich golden and auburn hues, some anti-mutant jerks had the guts to mess with super power wielding, hormone driven and not to forget 'fighting to save their asses' super heroes. With baseball bats no less! Yes the Bayville hockey team jocks had taken it upon themselves to cause destruction to the land and property of Xavier's' on a fine Saturday evening no less. Couldn't they just have gone out with their sluttish cheerleading girlfriends and saved themselves a world of bruises? Well of course not! This was a wayyy better past time. Getting your butt kicked and handed to you on a silver platter. Obviously they weren't the smartest people alive. Not by a long shot. Not only did they NOT have super powers but they didn't have any gray matter either.

After a while when they had had enough of beating the shit out of the helpless assailants and relieved their respective stresses and aggravations, the peaceful X-Men finally retreated into the mansion to resume their Saturday evening plans. Unbeknownst to them the battered and bruised weren't about to just walk away without at least regaining a little bit of their lost dignity. So they did the most horrible and conniving thing that anyone could ever think of…. they cut off the power cables to the Xavier mansion. And feeling just a little bit better, and figuring that no one would ever catch on to their little black deed, they went in search for their sluttish cheerleading girlfriends… and collapsed onto the road outside of the mansion due to the countless injuries they had brought unto themselves where a big black truck caught onto them. The irony of it was lost on them as they were greeted with the same faith as the countless bugs on the windshield.

Anyway…back at the mansion

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO………………..I've gone blind!"

"Uhhh Scott…it's only a power failure…"

"O right…. So you wanna go back to making out now or u wanna move on to more….'better' things?"

"What do you mean 'better' things? Like candy?"

"Jean don't be so immature. You know I mean sex."

Wild laughter followed by:

"I'm Jamie! Jean left right after you started screaming. I do a good impression though, right? You can give me sex though. I love presents!"

Hearing that, Scott collapsed into a dead faint never knowing that he had just gotten a spoonful of the endless 'mishaps' that the author was gonna make the residents suffer…