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"All right, superpeople, let's simmer down."
Edward located the voice at the head of the table—the quintessential mad professor, the mild-mannered alter-ego of the parsley-colored maniac. Edward's private, dream-state anger management therapist in the flesh.
Banner saluted Superman with two semi-respectful fingers as he slipped into his chair to Banner's left.
"What up, green dude?"
"Seats, everyone. Batman, how many times have I told you not to walk on the ceiling?"
Edward leaned into the professor's ear. "Doesn't he make you MAD, Emmett?"
"Cut that shit out, Cullen!" Wonder Woman snapped.
"Fine, Hale. Let him look down your top."
A/N: I have to say, I love what my fellow taters did with the Justice League idea. Petty jealousies and low blows? Count me in! This is FUN! I think we're starting to sort out what's real from what was dreamt, and maybe who's who Twilight-wise. Look out, people . . . there may actually be a plot in here somewhere!
Your potato, Hottie!
xx
~IDH