Rumblings of a Plot or Two
"So how's Warren holding up?" Stevie asked Ororo three days after the funeral.
"As well as can be expected, considering what he's been through," Ororo said. The two women were in the greenhouse tending to the garden. "He is still extremely depressed."
"Losing one's family will do that to you. And I don't just mean his parents' and his uncle's deaths. I can't believe his own family turned on each other like that," Stevie shook her head. "Mutant powers or no."
"I fear it was money that was the real motivation, not mutant powers," Ororo said. "I fear the Institute has become embroiled in yet another scandal. As if the public distrusts us enough..."
"Yeah but that whole Spyke thing wasn't your fault," Stevie said. "Your nephew was innocent." She noticed Ororo's silence. "Wasn't he?"
"I..." Ororo began then stopped. She saw Kitty run into the greenhouse with Amara. "Girls? What's wrong?"
"Storm! Come quick! You gotta see this!" Amara yelled breathlessly.
"What's going on?" Ororo asked.
"You won't believe it! Come on!" Kitty grabbed her arm.
"Kitty!" Ororo yelled breathlessly as she was dragged through a wall thanks to Kitty's powers. "I will never get used to that!"
Stevie hobbled behind them on her crutches. "So what's going on?" There was a large group of X-Men watching the nearest television.
"This garbage is what's going on!" Rogue pointed. "Guess who's back?"
There was a press conference going on. A very familiar figure was making a speech. "I'm grateful for all the prayers of everyone who supported me," Graydon Creed spoke. "Your cards and words of encouragement got me through a very difficult time."
"When the hell did that jerk get out of the nuthouse?" Tabitha yelled. "Petey I thought your sister spooked him good last Christmas!"
"Apparently she did not scare him enough," Peter grumbled.
"Wait a minute," Stevie said. "Isn't that Graydon Creed?"
"Yup, America's Number One FOH SOB," Logan growled.
"Not to mention my loving mother's son," Kurt said sarcastically.
"Oh that's right," Stevie said. "I remember watching that on television last year!"
"You and everyone else in America," Rogue rolled her eyes. "And probably half of Europe."
"Now that I have recovered I can return to devoting myself to my life's work!" Graydon yelled. "The complete and total eradication of the mutant menace!" The crowd on screen cheered.
"Here we go..." Scott grumbled.
"And the biggest menace of all are the X-Men! Look what happened to Worthington Industries! Charles Xavier a mutant with telepathic powers manipulated the minds of decent American men so that they would die and commit heinous crimes in order to fufill Xavier's greed!"
"Is he saying that we're responsible for what happened to Worthington's family?" Scott yelled.
"He's been saying it for the past day and a half," Warren growled. "My Uncle Burt was responsible but no one wants to hear the truth! They'd rather play Blame the Mutant than do that!"
"And unfortunately a lot of people would rather do that as well," Xavier sighed.
"I know things have been difficult in the past, but with your help we will find a way to stop the X-Men and rid the world of the mutant menace once and for all!" Creed shouted to his massive following.
The crowd at the Institute booed. "Oh man now we have to put up with that jerk again!" Bobby snapped. "Now the FOH will be an even bigger problem than ever!"
"The police don't believe we were responsible do they?" Amara asked. "For Warren's family I mean?"
"No, but they seem to be the only ones who do," Scott said. "You know how the Media loves to play the mutant card for ratings. And with Creed back in the picture..."
"I get the message," Amara groaned.
"I'm amazed the FOH forgave him for having mutants in the family," Jubilee said.
"Not all of them did," Logan sighed. "And that's the real problem."
"Real problem?" Ray asked. "Like we didn't have enough of those?"
"Haven't you been watching the news?" Logan gave him a look. "A lot of those FOH guys were real nut jobs. It didn't matter that Creed himself was human. To them anyone with any trace of an X-Gene in the family is a threat to the human race."
"You mean like the Purists?" Kitty asked.
"No most Purists are pretty lenient when it comes to human members of a mutant's family as long as they disown 'em," Scott explained. "These people are a totally different kind of fanatic."
"The news about them has been downplayed but from what we've been able to figure out, this splinter group of the FOH has been responsible for at least seven deaths," Xavier explained. "One mutant and the rest were his family members."
"This is a joke right?" Tabitha asked.
"I'm afraid not Kitty," Xavier sighed. "This group of extremists has no real name yet, but they are very real. And very dangerous."
"What about our families?" Kitty asked. "Are they in danger?"
"That is a very real possibility," Xavier sighed. "So we are going to have to remain on the alert and be very careful."
"Great, just when I thought life here wasn't stressful enough," Doug groaned. "Things are just going to get worse aren't they?"
"Yeah they are," Logan told him. "It's how much worse they're gonna get we don't know about."
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Juggernaut always hated traveling by train. Of course it didn't help that he had to ride in the cattle car. And this time there were actual cattle in it. "Dumb animals," He brushed off some hay as he left the car.
He looked around at the train depot. There were a few startled looking derelicts that saw him. "WHAT? YOU GOT A PROBLEM?" They ran off screaming. "Didn't think so."
He put on his helmet and started to walk away, not caring if he accidentally knocked over a train car or two. "I should have stayed with Tom after our last heist in Ireland. But no, I had to go get bored. He's right, I do need a hobby."
A thought came to him. "Oh wait, I do. Clobbering my half brother and his X-Brats. Hmmm…A tussle with 'em might be fun."
He looked at a nearby sign. "Canada? Crap! I'm in the wrong country! It'll take me days to get to Bayville. Ah well, not like I have anything better to do."
He walked along the back roads of a run down area near the tracks. It was a poor suburban area so there was very little chance that he would run into the police. Not that Juggernaut really cared about that but he felt like a little peace and quiet.
A scream jarred him out of that. But he saw no one around. Then he heard another yell behind a run down fence. Out of curiosity he decided to take a look. He stopped in his tracks.
A man was screaming, using a stick to hit a small orange figure. It was a kid with a fish like face, blue eyes and some kind of fin/crest on his head. He had a red T-shirt and jean jacket and pants and sneakers. His small webbed hands tried to protect himself against the onslaught.
"A MUTANT! A STINKING WORTHLESS MUTANT!" The man yelled. "THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL A FREAK LIKE YOU IS MINE!"
"Dad…please…I'm sorry…" The boy sniffed, trying not to cry despite the beating.
"YOU USELESS…WORHTLESS…" The man shouted as he hit harder and harder.
Now the Juggernaut was not exactly the world's most compassionate person. He had seen and done a lot of things in his life that would make most people ashamed of themselves. Violence was no stranger to him. Hell, he had simply watched or walked away from men doing worse things to other men and sometimes women. But this…
This jarred a very unpleasant memory.
"CAIN YOU WORHTLESS PIECE OF TRASH! YOU WERE A MISTAKE! AND I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU JEPORDIZE ALL THAT I'VE BUILT! YOU HEAR ME BOY?"
"YOU WORHTLESS MUTIE TRASH! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A MISTAKE! A USLESS…"
CRASH!
The next thing the man knew his feet were off the ground and he could not breathe. The Juggernaut stood there, slowly crushing his windpipe. "So you like picking on your kid huh?" Juggernaut snarled into the terrified man's face. "Sounds like you have some anger management problems. So do I."
The man couldn't speak or scream. His eyes merely bugged out, half in terror the other from a lack of air. "I can't make up my mind what to do with you," Juggernaut enjoyed this. "Tear off your limbs one by one? Throw you against the wall until you break? Hey maybe I should beat you with a stick too? A really big stick…"
He eyed a nearby tree. "That tree over there would make a real good bat? What do you think?"
"Please mister…don't hurt him," The boy sniffed as he stood up.
"You're not actually going to let this jerk off the hook are you? Even if he is your old man he's gotta learn his lesson!" Juggernaut snarled.
"He…He didn't hurt me that much," The boy said. "It's no big deal."
"I don't have time for this," Juggernaut grumbled. He glared at the man. "You were lucky today little man. Next time you feel like turning your kid into sushi, remember he's the one that saved your worthless life! Now get out of my face!"
He shoved the man hard into the wall of the house. He smirked when he heard at least one bone break. The man staggered up and ran into the house in fear.
The boy stood there in awe of Juggernaut. "Wow, you're strong."
"Nothing gets by you huh kid?" Juggernaut snorted.
"Is that your mutant power?" The fish boy asked.
"Bingo, nothing can stop me," Juggernaut snorted. He looked at the kid. "And what do you do, besides doing a Nemo impersonation?"
"I just breathe underwater," The boy shrugged. "Thank you Mister."
"The name's Cain Marko," Juggernaut told him. "But most people call me the Juggernaut. What do they call you? Squid Boy?"
"Pretty much," Sammy shrugged. "Thank you Mr. Marko."
"Knock it off with the Mr. Stuff," Juggernaut snorted. "Just Juggernaut. Don't get any ideas. I didn't do that for you. I was just bored. You gotta learn to fight your own battles kid."
"I'm eleven," Sammy told him.
"So?" Juggernaut grunted. "Well see ya!" He waved and walked away.
Sammy stood there a moment and looked at the house. Then he followed him. "Mr. Juggernaut! Mr. Juggernaut!"
"What do you want now?" Juggernaut groaned.
"Can I come with you?" Sammy asked. "Please?"
He stood still in his tracks and looked at the boy. "You gotta be kidding me!" Juggernaut snapped. "Why the hell should I have a shrimp like you tag along?"
"I don't think I can stay here any more," Sammy said. "And he won't miss me." He made a motion with his thumb back at the house.
"Listen you…" Juggernaut growled. He looked at the boy's eyes. They were silent and pleading. They reminded him of something long ago.
"Fine! You can come with me for a little bit!" Juggernaut threw up his hands. "Can't stand looking at those…fish eyes. But don't expect me to baby sit you!"
"Okay," Sammy nodded as he followed him.
"And if you can't keep up that's your problem, not mine! Got it?" Juggernaut snapped.
"Yes sir!" Sammy ran beside him, trying to keep up the pace.
"And if I want quiet, I want quiet! No yelling or screaming or asking stupid questions at me all the time! You hear me?" Juggernaut snapped. When he didn't hear anything he rolled his eyes. "You can answer me you know?"
"Yes sir," Sammy nodded.
"And don't call me sir! I'm not in the freaking army anymore!" He grumbled. "I must be out of my mind! That's the only explanation! I've gone freaking out of my freaking mind!"
He walked for a moment, fuming. Then looked behind him to see Sammy struggling to keep up. While Juggernaut was not the fastest person around, he could move quickly when it suited him. He stopped. "Oh for crying out loud!" He picked up the boy with one hand and sat him on his massive shoulder. "Don't get too used to this, kid! This is a one time deal! I just don't feel like waiting for the cops!"
"Okay," Sammy said. "Uh, Juggernaut?"
"What?"
"There's a police station further ahead. You might want to go that way," Sammy pointed on the road.
Juggernaut stopped. "Okay…" He let out a breath. "Good to know."
So he turned and walked the other way. They made an interesting pair. Little did either of them know how much more interesting life was going to get for them.
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"So why aren't we training at the obstacle course today?" Angelica asked at breakfast the following day. Most of the Misfit kids were chowing down without Lance.
"Because Flint forgot Lady Jaye's birthday," Althea said matter of factly.
"Who's Flint and Lady Jaye again?" Pyro asked as he munched on some toast.
"They're married GI Joes," Wanda explained. "Flint's like third in command or something."
"Oh so he forgot his wife's birthday was yesterday?" Pyro asked.
"No, he forgot his wife's birthday was next week," Pietro said.
"And she was mad because…?" Shane blinked.
"She was mad because he was stupid enough to try and defend himself," Todd said. "And he showed her his personal schedule."
"And?" Lina asked.
"And he had one of his old girlfriend's birthdays in it from years ago which he forgot to remove," Daria explained.
"He never really looked at that schedule much anyway," Quinn shrugged.
"But he still remained friends with her even though they both got married to different people," Brittany said. "But Lady Jaye was always a little jealous of her."
"So because of that they got into a huge fight," Althea said.
"Wait a minute, back up," Pyro held up his hands. "We get out of training at the obstacle course because they had a fight?"
"That doesn't make sense," Shane agreed.
"It does when they have one of their fights on the obstacle course last night," Althea explained.
"So that's what those tanks were doing last night," Angelica thought aloud.
"Tanks?" Shane dropped his fork. "Those guys fight with tanks? Do they always do that?"
"Nah," Todd shook his head. "Only when their rocket launchers are in the shop."
"Oh," Lance grumbled as he trudged into the room. He looked drained. "My aching head. I can still hear the sound of cannons ringing in my ears."
"I can't believe you heard that," Pietro said. "Over the sound of your own noises!"
"Whoa Lance you must have had a wild dream last night," Todd said as he munched his cereal. "I could hear you moaning from down the hall."
"We could all hear you moaning and shaking through the whole house," Wanda remarked. "Emphasis on the shaking! You have another nightmare?"
"No," Lance said. "It was definitely not a nightmare. At least I'm pretty sure it wasn't."
"Well it either was or it wasn't," Fred said. "Which was it?"
"Mostly not," Lance admitted. "Okay it was a good dream."
"If it was such a good dream why were you making such a racket?" Xi asked.
"Uh…" Lance stalled.
"Oh," Todd grinned. "I get it now. It was one of those dreams."
"What kind of dreams?" Xi asked.
"Forget about it Xi," Lance snapped. "We'll tell you later."
"Sex dreams," Todd continued. The guys chucked. The girls rolled their eyes and Xi was simply confused.
"Sex dreams?" Xi asked. "Why would he have dreams about sex?"
"It's mostly a guy thing Xi," Pietro said. "I'll explain it to you later."
"It's not just a guy thing," Althea was offended.
"True but most girls have more self control than others," Wanda smirked.
"Yeah, HEY!" Althea whirled around. "Is that a crack about me?"
"Who else around here tries to take naked pictures of Toad in the shower?" Wanda rolled her eyes.
"That is so disgusting," Pietro winced. "If anyone should have their picture taken in the shower it should be me!"
"Okay now I have officially lost my appetite," Shane threw down his toast.
"I wish you wouldn't treat me like a sex object," Todd pouted.
"I can't help it if you're a sex god," Althea said.
"Now I have lost my appetite!" Angelica groaned. "For the next year!"
"So what was it about Lance?" Pietro wanted all the details. "Please tell us to get the visions of Hell out of our brains!"
"Please tell me it was not about Kitty," Todd said.
"No! I'm pretty sure she was definitely not in the dream," Lance said. "I think."
"What do you mean you think?" Pyro asked.
"I don't know," Lance threw up his hands. "All I know is lately…I've been having these dreams and they make no sense! I mean it's as if I know her from another time and place!"
"Her? Her who?" Todd's eyes narrowed.
"Selene," Lance sighed. "I think…"
"SELENE!" Everyone at the table shouted.
"I think I speak for everyone here when I say ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR ROCK HEADED MIND?" Pietro shouted. He ran over to Lance, rapped him on the head and zoomed back to his seat. "HELLO? WE'RE TALKING ABOUT AN EVIL WITCH THAT WANTS TO RULE THE PLANET HERE?"
"You don't know that for sure!" Lance snapped. "She's helped us a couple of times!"
"More like helped herself," Pietro said.
"Just shut up Pietro!" Lance stormed from the table. "Just shut up! You don't know what you're talking about!"
Lance brushed past Cover Girl who was walking into the kitchen. "What's going on?" She asked. "Lance?"
"He's mooning over Selene the Wicked Witch of the West," Pietro folded his arms.
"What?" Cover Girl yelped.
"I don't believe it either," Fred said. "Man I thought his crush on Kitty was bad!"
"Something tells me this will make that little infatuation look like a picnic," Angelica groaned.
"Maybe some time off will help?" Cover Girl asked. "We've all been under a lot of stress lately. General Hawk suggested that we take a few days off for a vacation."
"Really?" Wanda asked. "Are we going with the X-Men?"
"No Xavier was the one that suggested to Hawk for us to go on a vacation," Cover Girl sighed. "Besides they need time to repair the obstacle course…"
BOOOM!
"As well as a few other areas of the Pit," She sighed. "One of Lady Jaye's old boyfriends just left a message on their answering machine."
BOOOOM!
"I think we'd better pack while there's something left of the Pit," Althea groaned.
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Far away, hidden from prying eyes a group of shadowy individuals were plotting. In the middle of the group was a crystal of some kind. It showed images of Jean using her power of the Phoenix.
"Such power...Soon it will be ours. We must be patient," A sultry voice spoke quietly. "When the time is right we will capture the Phoenix and use her power to annihilate the human race once and for all! And then this pitiful planet will be ours again."
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In an ironic twist there was someone who was more than aware of the shadowy figures' plans. Apocalypse scoffed as he telepathically observed their plotting. "Fools! As if the Phoenix Force was a toy to play with. They have no idea what they are up against."
Apocalypse began to consider a strategy. "Now should I assist the X-Men or should I let them face this on their own? It would be an interesting test to see if they are truly fit."
He thought some more. "In the past I would have relied solely on the creed of survival of the fittest. But I fear this strategy may not be prudent as far as a power such as the Phoenix is concerned. Perhaps I shall assist them in a small way. Give them a slight nudge in the right direction?"
He used his tactician's mind to create a solution. "Yes I shall send them an emissary to assist them. Of course they must not know of this. They would surely reject my help and I admit I would do the same in their position. But how can they object to something they do not know about? And the X-Men know very little. About a lot of things actually."
"I wonder what Xavier would say if he realized he had not only one, but two spies already living right under his nose?" Apocalypse allowed himself a smile. "One for Magneto and the other for the Hellfire Club? Oh yes, things are going to get very interesting. Very interesting indeed."
Huh? What's Ol' Pocky up to? Who are those shadowy figures? And what do they want with Jean? What will happen with Sammy and Juggernaut? And what's all this about spies in the X-Mansion? Gonna have to wait and see what happens next as the Misfits go on vacation!
Pietro zoomed in. "You know folks while we're waiting, why don't we take this time to learn about some of the characters of this fic. Namely me!"
He changed into a white tuxedo and held a rose in his hand. "Ladies, are you lonesome tonight? Do you want a date with a real man? Do you like virgin pina coladas and getting caught in the rain? Are you into health food?"
"And do you think Quicksilver is a pain?" Rahne walked out. "Pietro what on earth are you doing?"
"Just letting the ladies know that there's a hero out there to save them from their long lonely boring nights," Pietro preened.
"And what?" Rahne asked. "You're going to give them his phone number or something?"
"Ha ha ha," Pietro said deadpanned. "I just thought the readers would like to know a little more about me."
"Listen you egomaniac there are other mutants on this site other than you!" Rahne shouted. "And some of us don't get nearly enough screen time as it is without you hogging the spotlight!"
"Yeah everybody writes about Toad or Lance or Jean or Rogue and Kurt," Roberto walked in. "Even Tabitha and Evan get more of the spotlight than we do. And don't get me started on Jamie!"
"Yeah everyone's so sympathetic to him because they think he's so cute and we make his life a living hell because he's the youngest," Jesse agreed as he walked in. "That little maniac makes our lives a living hell and gets away with murder!"
"You know the little creep once electrocuted me?" Roberto told him.
"He didn't," Jesse asked.
"He did," Roberto said. "Said he had this stereo that wouldn't work and he asked me to help him fix it. Boy that was a mistake! As I was looking at the wires he plugged it in! I felt like Storm zapped me herself! I swear my heart stopped beating for a minute and my hair looked like Don King's! Then he ran off crying to Scott saying that I nearly electrocuted him! And I was the one who ended up doing extra laundry shifts for a month! Me! He's evil I tell you! Evil! Like Damien in the Omen."
"Was that the original or the remake?" Jesse asked. "Because I think the remake didn't have the punch of the original and…"
"Who cares? The point is the kid is evil!" Roberto interrupted. "Pure evil!"
"No, the point is that this is my spot so why don't all of you buzz off!" Pietro waved.
"What's he complaining about this time?" Shane walked in.
"Oh he's just hogging the spotlight as usual," Rahne told him. "You know it wouldn't kill you Pietro to let some of us New Mutants take the stage every now and then."
"Yes it would," Pietro made a face.
"Then by all means let's do it," Roberto shoved him aside.
"Do it somewhere else!" Pietro shoved him back. "I got here first!"
"Why don't you make us?" Rahne growled.
"Why don't you go eat some kibble or something?" Pietro shot back. "Maybe if you ate something you could fill out that bra of yours?"
"Okay you are dead!" Rahne changed into a wolf and started to chase Pietro around.
"AAAAHHH! RABID WOLF GIRL! RABID NO SEX APPEAL WOLF GIRL!" Pietro ran away. Rahne chased after him off camera.
"Oh he is such a dead man," Roberto remarked.
"Yup," Jesse nodded. "He is."
"Yeah and how is she going to catch me?" Pietro shouted as he zipped by.
"Easy," Shane said. "Hey Wanda! Could you get Pietro for us, please?"
"Got it!" Wanda shouted off camera.
ZZZZAAAAP!
"HEY! WANDA! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" Pietro screamed. "LET ME GO!"
"Grrrrrr!" Rahne charged towards him.
"Ahhh…Nice doggy!" Pietro gulped. "YEOW! MY BUTT!"
"Well that was pretty predictable," Shane remarked.
"Okay now we can focus on me," Roberto turned around and addressed the readers.
"That wasn't," Jesse rolled his eyes.
"I like soccer, tennis and all kinds of sports," Roberto began. "I also enjoy videogames and…"
"DaCosta put a sock in it," Shane groaned. "You're starting to sound like Quicksilver!"
"Oh right…" Roberto said. "Way to kill the mood."
"Everybody knows the Misfits are the real stars of this fic," Shane turned around. "So if you want nice things to happen to me for a change…"
"Who wants to know more about you? You're not that interesting!" Roberto snapped.
"Oh forgive me," Shane snapped. "Just because I don't set fires and give them names I'm not interesting enough for people?"
"Just so we're clear, you were talking about Pyro just now right?" Roberto asked.
"Well who else do you know gives names to inanimate objects?" Shane asked.
"Besides Toad," Roberto remembered.
"No, he just gives names to animals," Shane corrected.
"Oh that's right," Roberto thought. "I guess there really is no one else then."
"Ahh I love you coffee…" Sabertooth walked by enjoying his coffee. "Good old coffee." They looked at him. "What? I'm on break here?"
"Sorry it's just weird seeing you like this," Jesse blinked.
"Hey even I can't be completely psychotic twenty four seven," Sabertooth snapped. "Can't a guy have a coffee break every now and then?"
"Where did you get the coffee?" Roberto asked.
"You're asking the bad guy?" Shane asked.
"He said he was on break," Roberto told him.
"Oh right," Shane said. "So where did you get the coffee?"
"Some guy named BA was handing them out," Sabertooth took a sip. "Hmmm, that's good coffee!"
"BA? Oh boy…" Jesse winced. "We all know what's coming folks."
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Pyro skidded by and started to dance around with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Bongo, bongo bongo I don't wanna leave the Congo oh no, no, no, no, no! Bingle, Bangle, Bungle I'm so happy in the jungle I refuse to go! Don't want no penthouse, discos, taxis, noise in my ear! So no matter how they coax me! I'll stay right here!"
"Cue the nut job!" Roberto groaned. "Somebody's been watching the Muppets again."
Well I like the Muppets. Besides you know what it's like when you get a song stuck in your head?
"We figured that!" Shane snapped.
"Oh this is goooooood coffee!" Pyro grinned. "Oh coffee, coffee, coffee I love my coffee oh yes, yes, yes, yes! Bingle, bangle, bungle I'm in a coffee jungle and I love it so!...Wait that doesn't rhyme."
"Who cares?" Sabertooth shrugged as he took another swig of coffee. "Good song though."
"HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME BEFORE MY BUTT BECOMES A CHEW TOY!" Pietro had somehow broken free and was running from Rahne again. "OWWWWW! TOO LATE!"
"Go get 'em girl!" Sabertooth cheered as he dowsed his final gulp and threw away the coffee cup. "Hey lemme join you! I'll go left you go right!" He ran off after them. "I'll cut him off at the pass!"
"AAAAHHH! HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY GET A BALL OF YARN OR SOMETHING FOR SABERTOOTH!" Pietro shouted. "WHERE'S WOLVERINE WHEN YOU NEED HIM!"
"Right here with the video camera," Logan walked by with one. "Go long Sabertooth! Go long!"
"How did this happen?" Jesse asked himself. "How do these things get out of control like this?" He looked at the author. "Oh wait…Ask a stupid question!"
Okay just because I happen to have had three different coffees in a row is no reason to take it out on me.
"If only I could take it out on you!" Jesse groaned. "And you wonder why your imagination gets so out of control? Right guys? Right guys?"
"You know this really is good coffee," Roberto said. He and Shane were drinking coffee.
"Whoa that really packs a punch doesn't it?" Shane blinked. "Is it me or is the room spinning?"
"What a stupid question," Pyro groaned. "Of course it's the room spinning."
"Listen to the man," Roberto said as he took another sip. "He makes a lot of sense."
"Boy that's a sentence that only comes along once in a blue moon," Jesse groaned.
"Blue mooooon! You saw me standing alooooooooonneeeee!" Pyro sang.
"Pyro put a sock in it!" Jesse snapped. "Man I hate being the normal one around here!"
"AAAAHHHHHHH!" Pietro ran as fast as he could by them with Rahne clamped on his leg. Sabertooth chased after him as well.
"Are you going to do something about this?" Jesse asked Logan.
"You're right," Logan gave him the video camera. "I might as well get in on the action too! Hey guys! Wait for me!" He ran after them.
"No way we're getting left behind!" Roberto said. He and Shane chased after Quicksilver as well.
"And people wonder why I spend so much time in my room?" Jesse groaned. "Pyro…Pyro?"
"Oh coffee, coffee, coffee I don't wanna give up coffee oh no no no no no!" Pyro danced around. "Bingle, bangle bungle I'm in a coffee jungle and I refuse to go! Don't want no milkshake, orange juice, sports drink, root beer, soda pop, water, wine cooler, apple cider…"
Grapefruit juice…
"Oh no now she's doing it!" Jesse groaned. "I swear we have got to find an AA program for coffee drinkers. That's it! I am going into my room and I am not coming out until this place hits some level of sanity!"
"We make it clear! That no matter how you coax us! We'll stay right here!" The author and Pyro started singing. "You can't blame us! We'll stay right heeeeerrreeeeeee!"
"Which is probably not going to happen until oh I guess about March!" Jesse stormed off. "2010!"
Sorry, I can't stop the random insanity in my head sometimes. Hopefully it will amuse you half as much as it amuses me.
"A quarter is more like it!" Jesse grumbled.