Hehehehe, a funny looking plot bunny with a Veggie Tales cap and an
X-ME shirt, and fangs, bit me. It was just a little bite...
The mutants stood on one side of the gully, the humans on the other
side. The humans were taunting the mutants, saying that no matter what
happened, the humans would dominate this world and enslave all the
mutants. They shut up when they were hit with hex bolts and boom
balls.
After a few hours of hurling insults and energy blasts, the human got
bored and decided to get rid of the mutants once and for all. "I have
an idea!" shouted some scientist guy. "We'll send out our best
champion and they'll send out theirs! Whoever wins, gets to rule the
world!"
The humans all nodded and the scientist pressed a few buttons on the
ground and viola! A giant Sentinal rose out of a hidden trapdoor,
dressed in a wrap around toga thingy.
Kitty: Like, I thought we were doing this in 'play' mode, like, you
know where we stand on a stage and use big, ugly, wooden, and badly
painted props?
Kurt: Vell, the authoress in all her greatness, sorry she told me to
say that, didn't want to write it out that way again. And her
computer's being a pain.
Kitty: We're being typed out on a computer?!
Logan: Hey! Shut up and get back to my part!
Kurt and Kitty: What part do you have in this? The big, ugly badguy
part is already taken.
Logan: Roar!
Authoress: No! Don't kill them! Go get ready and we'll get back to the
story.
Logan grumbled and stalked off the computer screen.
Authoress: Yeah...weird....
Kitty: Hey, you, like, suck, you can't even remember the main badguy's
name.
Authoress: I do it's... Zade, help me!
Zade: Who cares about his name! Write more now!
Authoress: Oh oh! The bad scientist's name is Trask!
Everybody concerned: Get back to the story!
The mutants cowered at the sight of the nasty toga thingy and hid in
their tents. "It's a crime against modern fashion!"
Trask snickered. "I know. Now send out your champion so he can be
blinded by the nasty fashion statement!"
The mutants huddled together, football style, to nominate a champion.
Suddenly, ideas always come suddenly, Pyro had an idea.
"I have an idea!" Ooohh, brainiac. "How about Magneto go fight it!"
The mutant in question, hid behind a Dumpster as the others fanned out
to find him. "Wearing purple and red with a nasty toga thing over it
is blinding!" he assured himself, conveniently forgetting that he
matched that description also.
By now, the other mutants had gotten bored of their two minute long
search for Magneto and ran to their king's tent. They through open the
tent flap, beholding their mutant king.
Xavier had been sitting happily in his gilded chair, an attendant
shining his head with a perfumed cloth, when the other mutant had
rushed into his tent.
"King! King!" the mutants cried as Xavier shushed away the head
shiner. "We need to summon a champion to defeat the Sentinal with the
nasty toga thingy!"
"Eew! Purple and red with a nasty toga thingy over it!" Xavier hid his
eyes with a heavily jeweled hand. "Uh," he peaked out from between his
fingers at the waiting mutants. "Yeah, I'll get someone to get rid of
it." He sat back up in his chair and tried to look more dignified. He
waved his hand at the head shiner. "Get me Sabretooth!"
Victor Creed was picking daisies in the field outside of the
battleground. "I love flowers, I love flowers, daisies are the best
kind..." He looked up when a group of mutants raced his way. "Don't
trample the flowers!" he begged as they thundered past him, leaving a
trail of dead daisies behind them.
"Waaaaaahhhh!" The group of mutants turned around when they heard
Victor crying.
"Oh. That's Sabretooth!" They spun around and thundered up to Victor,
trampling the rest of the flowers in the field. They grabbed Victor
and hauled him to King Xavier.
Charles scowled as yet another head shining session was interrupted.
"Will you people just leave me alone?" he demanded and the mutants
hauled the crying Victor out of the king's tent.
The mutants stared at the crying Victor and wondered if he really was
the mutant to defeat the Sentinal. "Nope." They hauled him back to his
trample flower field and dumped him.
"Now who's gonna fight the Sentinal?"
Logan: Here's where I come in!
Logan leapt out into the gully, clad in his orange and black tiger
stripe outfit with a nasty toga thingy over it.
"Eeew! That's almost worse!"
"Shut up! It's my part now!" Logan snapped, marching up to the
Sentinal, a cane and funny hat suddenly appearing in his hands.
"You big! I'm little! My head doesn't come to your ankles!" Logan
literally howled, causing all those around his to wince and hold their
ears.
"It's almost worse than the bad fashion!" "Oooow! My ears!" "I'm
blind, and deaf!:
"Ah shut up!" Logan hollered, then went back to his song. "You're big!
I'm little! My head doesn't come to you ankles! But with these claws
little guys can do big things tooo!" He unsheathed his claws and
sliced the Sentinal at the ankle, causing the rest of it's body to
fall down on Logan.
Trask: So I won?
Authoress: Shut up! There's still more!
Xavier blinked when the dust had settled and the humans and mutants
saw that the Sentinal had won.
Trask laughed maniacally and jumped up and down, rubbing his hands
together gleefully. "I rule the world!" he screeched,
"Not quite! I call upon someone with even worse fashion sense than
both the Sentinal and Wolverine combined!" The mutants and humans
stared at The Authoress. "Who?"
"Kitty Pryde!"
"Eeek!" As one, the Sentinal and the humans lifted the ends of their
toga thingies and took off, even before the horrible fashion statement
of a costume marched onto the field. Oh, and the other mutants had
fled too.
Kitty: I like, don't have bad costumes!
X-ME shirt, and fangs, bit me. It was just a little bite...
The mutants stood on one side of the gully, the humans on the other
side. The humans were taunting the mutants, saying that no matter what
happened, the humans would dominate this world and enslave all the
mutants. They shut up when they were hit with hex bolts and boom
balls.
After a few hours of hurling insults and energy blasts, the human got
bored and decided to get rid of the mutants once and for all. "I have
an idea!" shouted some scientist guy. "We'll send out our best
champion and they'll send out theirs! Whoever wins, gets to rule the
world!"
The humans all nodded and the scientist pressed a few buttons on the
ground and viola! A giant Sentinal rose out of a hidden trapdoor,
dressed in a wrap around toga thingy.
Kitty: Like, I thought we were doing this in 'play' mode, like, you
know where we stand on a stage and use big, ugly, wooden, and badly
painted props?
Kurt: Vell, the authoress in all her greatness, sorry she told me to
say that, didn't want to write it out that way again. And her
computer's being a pain.
Kitty: We're being typed out on a computer?!
Logan: Hey! Shut up and get back to my part!
Kurt and Kitty: What part do you have in this? The big, ugly badguy
part is already taken.
Logan: Roar!
Authoress: No! Don't kill them! Go get ready and we'll get back to the
story.
Logan grumbled and stalked off the computer screen.
Authoress: Yeah...weird....
Kitty: Hey, you, like, suck, you can't even remember the main badguy's
name.
Authoress: I do it's... Zade, help me!
Zade: Who cares about his name! Write more now!
Authoress: Oh oh! The bad scientist's name is Trask!
Everybody concerned: Get back to the story!
The mutants cowered at the sight of the nasty toga thingy and hid in
their tents. "It's a crime against modern fashion!"
Trask snickered. "I know. Now send out your champion so he can be
blinded by the nasty fashion statement!"
The mutants huddled together, football style, to nominate a champion.
Suddenly, ideas always come suddenly, Pyro had an idea.
"I have an idea!" Ooohh, brainiac. "How about Magneto go fight it!"
The mutant in question, hid behind a Dumpster as the others fanned out
to find him. "Wearing purple and red with a nasty toga thing over it
is blinding!" he assured himself, conveniently forgetting that he
matched that description also.
By now, the other mutants had gotten bored of their two minute long
search for Magneto and ran to their king's tent. They through open the
tent flap, beholding their mutant king.
Xavier had been sitting happily in his gilded chair, an attendant
shining his head with a perfumed cloth, when the other mutant had
rushed into his tent.
"King! King!" the mutants cried as Xavier shushed away the head
shiner. "We need to summon a champion to defeat the Sentinal with the
nasty toga thingy!"
"Eew! Purple and red with a nasty toga thingy over it!" Xavier hid his
eyes with a heavily jeweled hand. "Uh," he peaked out from between his
fingers at the waiting mutants. "Yeah, I'll get someone to get rid of
it." He sat back up in his chair and tried to look more dignified. He
waved his hand at the head shiner. "Get me Sabretooth!"
Victor Creed was picking daisies in the field outside of the
battleground. "I love flowers, I love flowers, daisies are the best
kind..." He looked up when a group of mutants raced his way. "Don't
trample the flowers!" he begged as they thundered past him, leaving a
trail of dead daisies behind them.
"Waaaaaahhhh!" The group of mutants turned around when they heard
Victor crying.
"Oh. That's Sabretooth!" They spun around and thundered up to Victor,
trampling the rest of the flowers in the field. They grabbed Victor
and hauled him to King Xavier.
Charles scowled as yet another head shining session was interrupted.
"Will you people just leave me alone?" he demanded and the mutants
hauled the crying Victor out of the king's tent.
The mutants stared at the crying Victor and wondered if he really was
the mutant to defeat the Sentinal. "Nope." They hauled him back to his
trample flower field and dumped him.
"Now who's gonna fight the Sentinal?"
Logan: Here's where I come in!
Logan leapt out into the gully, clad in his orange and black tiger
stripe outfit with a nasty toga thingy over it.
"Eeew! That's almost worse!"
"Shut up! It's my part now!" Logan snapped, marching up to the
Sentinal, a cane and funny hat suddenly appearing in his hands.
"You big! I'm little! My head doesn't come to your ankles!" Logan
literally howled, causing all those around his to wince and hold their
ears.
"It's almost worse than the bad fashion!" "Oooow! My ears!" "I'm
blind, and deaf!:
"Ah shut up!" Logan hollered, then went back to his song. "You're big!
I'm little! My head doesn't come to you ankles! But with these claws
little guys can do big things tooo!" He unsheathed his claws and
sliced the Sentinal at the ankle, causing the rest of it's body to
fall down on Logan.
Trask: So I won?
Authoress: Shut up! There's still more!
Xavier blinked when the dust had settled and the humans and mutants
saw that the Sentinal had won.
Trask laughed maniacally and jumped up and down, rubbing his hands
together gleefully. "I rule the world!" he screeched,
"Not quite! I call upon someone with even worse fashion sense than
both the Sentinal and Wolverine combined!" The mutants and humans
stared at The Authoress. "Who?"
"Kitty Pryde!"
"Eeek!" As one, the Sentinal and the humans lifted the ends of their
toga thingies and took off, even before the horrible fashion statement
of a costume marched onto the field. Oh, and the other mutants had
fled too.
Kitty: I like, don't have bad costumes!