Telemarketers
( Ring)
"Xavier's school for gifted."
"Hello sir, we represent the."
"Excuse me?"
"We.."
"What?"
"MCI."
"Not interested."
SLAM
"LOGAN!!!!" shouted the professor.
A door slammed, footsteps were heard running. The Wolverine had just woken up, and he was still half asleep. Tripping down the stairs, he rolled gracelessly to a stop. "What's up chuck?" he asked as he dusted himself off.
"How many times?... oh never mind. One of MCIs independent contractors they use as cannon fodder against us just called, I've got a telepathic fix on the location.
"Where to this time?"
"Tennessee. Apparently they thought using that state to call and annoy people from, was a perfect place to be. Here's the address." He sent it to Logans mind. "Oh and Logan, use alert 3"
Wolverine sighed. "Why? Isn't the jet better?"
"This has more shock value."
The wolverine donned his costume, and hopped into one of Forges new contraptions. It looked vaguely like a slingshot, on crack. A whooshing sound was heard.
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Wolverine passed by 3 planes, a confused duck swarm, and two bald eagles hitched a ride on his head. He finally started to descend, and noticed that he was right on target. The eagles flew off. Grinning, he slammed through the roof, then cussed. Chuckles had miscalculated again.
The manager was doing his rounds on the calling floor, when he heard screams coming from the women's restroom. Some weird character dressed in yellow with blades coming out of each hand, ran out with 4 employees chasing after him with mace.
Xavier laughed to himself. Then found the person who had called him originally, and projected an image of a rabid wombat in the place of every person on the calling floor. Then he giggled at the screaming he picked up from her mind.
( Ring)
"Xavier's school for gifted."
"Hello sir, we represent the."
"Excuse me?"
"We.."
"What?"
"MCI."
"Not interested."
SLAM
"LOGAN!!!!" shouted the professor.
A door slammed, footsteps were heard running. The Wolverine had just woken up, and he was still half asleep. Tripping down the stairs, he rolled gracelessly to a stop. "What's up chuck?" he asked as he dusted himself off.
"How many times?... oh never mind. One of MCIs independent contractors they use as cannon fodder against us just called, I've got a telepathic fix on the location.
"Where to this time?"
"Tennessee. Apparently they thought using that state to call and annoy people from, was a perfect place to be. Here's the address." He sent it to Logans mind. "Oh and Logan, use alert 3"
Wolverine sighed. "Why? Isn't the jet better?"
"This has more shock value."
The wolverine donned his costume, and hopped into one of Forges new contraptions. It looked vaguely like a slingshot, on crack. A whooshing sound was heard.
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Wolverine passed by 3 planes, a confused duck swarm, and two bald eagles hitched a ride on his head. He finally started to descend, and noticed that he was right on target. The eagles flew off. Grinning, he slammed through the roof, then cussed. Chuckles had miscalculated again.
The manager was doing his rounds on the calling floor, when he heard screams coming from the women's restroom. Some weird character dressed in yellow with blades coming out of each hand, ran out with 4 employees chasing after him with mace.
Xavier laughed to himself. Then found the person who had called him originally, and projected an image of a rabid wombat in the place of every person on the calling floor. Then he giggled at the screaming he picked up from her mind.