THE LUNCH TALES, (Or Bobby, eat your damn lunch!)

"Bobby?"
"Yes, Jean?"
"Why are you eating your napkin?"
"Napkin!? So that's why it tastes so much better than anything else!"
*Sigh* "Eat your lunch, Bobby."

"Hey, Marrow!"
"WHAT?"
"Knock, knock!"
"What the hell are you babbling about?"
"It's a knock, knock joke. I say knock, knock. You say who's there."
"I know who's there, it's you. And your ugly upworlder face."
"Just do it, it's funny."
"FINE."
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Sarah."
"What the hell, are you pokin' fun at me, upworlder?"
"Oh, right, that's your name. Whatever, you say: Sarah who?"
*Sigh* "Sarah who?"
"Sarah way to digest this food?"
"Funny, upworlder. I forgot to laugh."
"Well, could you eat this crap?"
*Sniff* "I've eaten worse."
"Eww. Now I really can't eat."
"Eat your damn lunch, Bobby."

"Allo, mon ami."
"Hey, Cajun!"
"Y'ain't done yet?"
"Obviously. Who could eat this crap anyway?"
"M'sieu Le Bété."
"Well. I doubt it. I mean, his diet is more of the Twinkie variety. I can't believe he's making me eat this crap. It's so... so..."
"Healthy? Filling? Yummy?"
*DEATH GLARE* "It's definitely not yummy. It's gross, it's goopy, it's--"
"Time fo' y' t' eat y' lunch, Bobby. Remy needs t' go t' de motorcycle. Oui, de motorcycle. Gon' t' do important stuff. Au revoir, mon ami!"
"Wait, Gambit!"
"Eat y' lunch, Bobby!"

"Bobby, as your fearless Leader, I order you to eat your lunch."
"Scott, I think you're forgetting something."
"What?"
"Whenever you 'order' me to do something, I freeze your--"
"BOBBY!!!"
*snickers*
"Stuff your damned lunch up your damned ass, Bobby!"

"Hey, Wolvie!"
"Hey, Jubilee!"
"I'm not-- I'm Bobby!"
"Huh, I coulda sworn somebody called me Wolvie... The only one I let do that is Jubilee."
"Are you insinuating a threat?"
"I dunno. Am I?"
*Gulp* "Want some of this?"
*Sniff* *Turn green* "Nah, Drake. I have to... do some... thin'... yeah... tha motorcycle..."
*Huff* "I deduct points for your oh-so-wonderful originality... Gambit already used that excuse."
"Uh... Eat your lunch, Drake."

"Um... Hank?"
"Yes, Bobby?"
"Help?"
"What is wrong, Robert?"
"Well, I, um, pissed-off-a-lot-of-people-and-now-they're-after-me!"
"What did you do?"
"I did... something... with the lunch you gave me."
"Robert?"
"I mixed it in with Gambit's gumbo, and Jean, Logan and Scott all sneaked tastes of it, and now they're kinda... red, and crusty... Well, not Logan, he healed pretty fast..."
"ROBERT!!!"
"Ulp!" *Flees*
Yeah, um... you can use your imagination for what was Bobby's lunch. Remember, Hank made it! *muwahahahahaha*