I can't believe you said that.
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Author's note (read warning): This is a series of drabbles inspired by my other fic Things you'll never hear on X-men evolution. The following content is humour and is not to be taken seriously. If you have no sense of humour, have recently had a sense of humour bypass, or have been offended by what I've already written you should leave now.
Scott's car.
It had been another average day in lives of the X-men. The day had started with danger room training, and moved swiftly on to a fight with the brotherhood during the course of which Scott's fourth car had been totalled. No one could work out why he kept parking them near disaster zones anyway.
While almost everyone else was occupied with cleaning up rubble from the destroyed wall, uprooted plants, and pieces of Scott's car from the driveway Scott was called into the professor's office.
'Now Scott,' Xavier began, as Scott was staring out the window at the twisted, scattered remains of his car, 'I understand you must be upset about losing another car, especially after you lost your last one in a poker game with Gambit, however with the current expenses I feel I cannot replace your car at the moment.'
'Oh that's alright professor.' Scott said happily. 'I never liked my car anyway, that's why I'm always trying to get it destroyed, when I lost my car in that poker game I really thought you'd get the hint and stop buying me new ones.' With that Scott almost skipped out of the professor's office.