GUEEEEEESS WHAT? Pietro Maximoff is going to do my author's commentary! Wish him luck!

Pietro: "The disclaimer is: she doesn't own X-Men Evolution or the Brotherhood, duh! Jeez, I had to say that? You know what? You're slow! I'm leaving!" -looks at himself in a mirror-

"I want to do Karaoke!" Scott said. He and the other X-Men had just gotten word about the Karaoke.

New Bobby had a clipboard that was for writing what the contestants would want to sing. "Okay, what do you want to sing?"

"'I Feel Like A Woman' by Shania Twain!"

Berzerker, Beast The Laughing Boy, and Old Bobby laughed at this.

Scott blinked. "What's so funny?" He shoved a finger up his nose. "Is there some unidentified object in my nose again?"

Kitty smiled and clapped her hands. "I want to do 'Girls Just Want To Have Fun'!"

"I vant to do 'Dance, Dance' by Fall Out Boy!" Kurtcrawler declared.

"You can't do them! You're all German n' stuff!" Kitty giggled.

"I can too sound like Fall Out Boy's lead singer! All I have to do is sing while holding my tongue in my fingers."

"Moving on!" New Bobby said. "What about you, Wolverine?"

Wolverine had gotten drunk again. "Uhn…I'll judge…or somethin'…"

"Fine!"

"I want to judge, too!" Beast The Determined To Judge And Not Sing stated.

"Fine, whatever! We have to move on! What about you, Ray?" Cannonball was getting visibly frustrated in his role of New Bobby.

"Do I haaaave to siiiinnng?" Ray whined.

"Don't make me get the cattle prod!"

"Fine! I'll sing…some song about me! Something about either electricity or manic depression."

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"Pizza is good for the soul!" Colossus grabbed the pizza boxes away from Magneto.

"What the HELL are you doing here!" Gambit was so shocked he forgot his accent.

"I realized that my last Costco spree left the Acolyte budget at negative five dollars and fifty-three cents… and I can't find anymore Nazi gold to make off with! I needed to get a job, so I decided to work for the local evil-mutant specializing pizza delivery service! Isn't that whack?" Magneto threw his hands in the air. But then his smile faded into a frown. "I love pizza parties! WHY DIDN'T YOU INVITE ME?" A chain-link fence nearby contorted into the shape of an angry face.

"I…thought you were busy, mon ami!" Gambit had found his accent under the carpet.

"What would I be busy with?"

Pyro answered for Gambit. "Evil stuff, moon and me!"

"What he said. You can stay and have some of our pizza, if you want…"

"I DON'T WANT TO SHARE! SHARING IS FOR BALD, WHEELCHAIR-BOUND SQUARES!" Magneto shouted.

"You can have a whole one of ours," Gambit looked around. Pyro was already half-way through eating his pizza, and was complaining with his mouth full that the pizza was not nearly well-done enough. When he locked eyes with Colossus, Colossus hugged his pizza to his chest. When his gaze reached Mystique, she said "If I have to give up this pizza, you're giving up your trachea." Sabretooth was nowhere to be found.

"You can have my pizza," Gambit shoved his pizza towards Magneto.

"Hell no!" Magneto swatted the pizza away.

"WHAT? You said you wanted your own pizza!"

"No, I said I didn't want to share! I barely want to share Wanda with her twin brother! Besides, your pizza is Hawaiian! I don't eat Hawaiian pizzas ever since I was banned from Hawaii for life!"

"But you love pizza parties! Don't want pizza?" Gambit was confused.

Magneto contorted his face into a look of disgust. "I said I loved pizza parties, correct! I hate pizza!" Magneto walked away. "Just because you insist on being so difficult, Gambit, I'm cutting your pay back to five euro," he called over his shoulder.

"Five euro per what? Hour?"

"I dunno, I'll think of something. Don't forget to lock your doors before going to bed." He forced the door shut in Gambit's face and locked it from 30 feet away.

"Where's Sabretooth? Is it time for him to fight Wolvie again already?"

"He took his large D-lister pizza and left out the back door." Mystique replied.

"There is no back door!" Gambit exclaimed.

"I helped him make one, staffman." Pyro said, grinning from ear to ear and sporting a small burn where his left eyebrow used to be.

Next chapter I'm going to have Ray do my author's notes and disclaimer! Yes, yes, oh yay.