Recruits
Author:
NatasRated:
PG for incessant use of the word "smurf."Summary:
Meow!Disclaimer:
I own my brain, but that's on E-bay with the highest bid of $2.52 and rising... ever so slowly.Authors Note:
I may continue this, I may not! But, I'm positive it's a yes.More Notes:
RIGHTS FOR SCOTT!Even More Notes:
I know the element of surprise! BOO!!!! Did I scare ya?Is That My Final Note?:
Yes, yes it is._-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
"Are you sure about this, Professor?" Jean Grey asked.
"Yes. Cerebro has picked up many different mutants, and we need to at least check them out." Professor Charles Xavier replied.
"But-"
"Quiet you! Now let the new candidates in."
"You mean that they're already here?" Asked Jean, puzzled.
"Geez! You think that'd I'd give Magneto a chance to get at them first?"
"I guess you have a point."
"Of course I do, now send in the first candidate." Xavier said calmly as he sat up.
"NOW SERVING NUMBER ONE!!" Jean screamed in military fashion.
A very pale, almost purple, man walked in with his hands behind his back.
"Now, sir. May I ask what your name is?" Xavier asked.
"Edward." The man said sheepishly.
"Last name?"
"Scissor Hands." He almost looked as if he turned red, but it was just a deeper purple.
"I see. What is your gift?"
"I - uh - have scissor hands." He brought his hands out from behind his back to show them.
"AH!" Jean screeched. "How did you get past security?!"
"Quiet you!" Xavier yelled as he smacked her butt.
"Oh, sorry."
"Is there anything else you can do?" Xavier asked.
"I don't think there is-"
"Quite enough, thank you very much. Don't call us, we'll call you! Chow, babe!" Xavier yelled as Jean pushed Edward out of the room.
"NOW SERVING NUMBER TWO!!" She yelled.
After she yelled, the door opened, but no one came in. They waited a few seconds before they saw a large amount of little blue things walk in that were no larger then thimbles.
"Oh, look at the little things. Aren't they cute?" Xavier asked.
"Hello, sir. We are as you call smurf-"
"AAAAHHHH!!! BUGS!!!!!!" Jean screamed and promptly stomped the entire community of smurfs, including the baby one. From the outside, they heard someone give out a little 'HURRAH!'
"That was rather interesting." Exclaimed Xavier.
"NOW SERVING NUMBER SEVENTEEN!!" Jean yelled.
"What happened to numbers three to sixteen?"
"Don't ask me, I'm not the one writing this stupid thing." They each gave evil glares to the guy sitting at his computer, all alone in his room.
"What? I'm bored!" I yelled.
"Well, can't we actually do something other then kill the coolest blue things on Earth, or turning away the hottest guy on Earth?" Jean asked.
"NO!! I HAVE CONTROL! NOW YOU SHALL DO MY BIDING OR DIE!!!"
"Hey! My lawyers will sue you!" Xavier yelled.
"You mean these people?" I said as two men in suits magically appeared in front of me in chains.
"Dick! Hardy! What has he DONE to you!?" Jean screamed.
"I don't know, but I liked it." The first man, Dick, said.
"Please sir, may I have another?" The second, Hardy, said.
"*BWAH HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA*" I yelled as I made them both disappear into a cloud of multicolored smoke.
"Hey, where'd they go?" Jean asked.
"West Hollywood."
"Why there?"
"Do I REALLY need to have a reason? I mean, think about it."
"You're gay?" Xavier said hopefully.
"NO! ARG! They're gay!"
"Oh..." Scott said from the other side of the door followed by heavy foot steps walking away.
"What was that all about?" Xavier asked.
"I don't know, I didn't want him in this fic."
"Oh. Okay." Jean said.
"What are we going to do now?" Logan asked, coming out of a dark corner.
"I don't know. Wanna have a party?"
"Why not." Said Kitty, Piotr, and Bobby who came out of nowhere.
"Okay." I said as a rave suddenly came into play.
"WEEEE!"
"DAMNIT! I HATE raves!" I screamed.
"You still here?" Jean asked.
"Not for long! Just do me a favor and get those people with the nice white jackets, and padded hotel rooms over here."
"No problem."
Out of nowhere, four men in white lab coats strapped me into a over sized sweater and dragged me to a nice and padded hotel room.
"WWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What are we going to do tomorrow night, Brain?" A slanky, white, albino mouse asked out of no where.
"Same thing we do every night, Pinky. TRY TO TAKE OVER THE X-MEN WORLD!!"
~FIN~
(...or is it?)
(yeah, it is.)
(unless you want me to make another?)
(you hate me, don't you?)
(hee hee hee. I like parenthesis)
