The disclaimer saying I don't own the x-men or the song they mutilate was…..lost…What do mean lost… That we can't find it… so anyway it is officially lost according to the voices in my head.
"I'm bored", muttered Pyro.
"We could always sing another song", suggested Sam changing the channel on the T.V. for the five hundredth time.
"This just in according to new research there is actually a world controlled by a mutant known as Apocalypse", said a cheesy looking anchorman on one the channels.
"That's it", exclaimed Pyro.
--Five Minutes Later--
"When the Son goes back and kills his father
America becomes his turf
Then hate will rule the planet
And war will fill the earth.", sang Pyro.
"This is the dawning of the Age of Apocalypse
The Age of Apocalypse
Apocalypse!
Apocalypse!", sang Bobby, Jamie, Sam, and Jubilee.
"Fear and hat of mutant kind
And the x-men are in a bind
The human race is being culled
Some are running, being bold", continued Pyro
"Wait why do you get to do all the verses?" jubilee spat at Pyro.
"because I'm the one that wrote the lyric", sneered Pyro "Duh"
"fine", grumbled Jubilee.
"Now where were we? Ah yes."
"Fear and hat of mutant kind
And the x-men are in a bind
The human race is being culled
Some are running, being bold
M'kran crystal revalation
And the planets liberation" continued Pyro while the rest of the group chorused Apocalypse.
"Will you insufferable imbeciles shut up so I can get some sleep already", yelled the Professor.
"Jeez no one appreciates our musical talent do they" muttered Bobby 'Oh well it finally morning anyway, good night", said Bobby slumping onto the sofa and falling asleep.
The End… For Now