Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution. RRNEAH!
More celebrity bashing. Sorry.
Chapter in yo' face.
Magneto redialed the number he had already dialed at least five times. "Dammit! My idiot son won't pick up the phone! I can't believe he doesn't even realize it's ringing!"
The Acolytes were standing around or sitting in the same room as he was. Gambit looked over at Magneto. "You know, I think he would realize it by now, but you can see the number that's calling before you answer it…"
"What are you…oh DAMN! I'm cutting his allowance so down!" Magneto crunched the mostly metal phone into a marble-sized ball before tossing it over his shoulder.
"You don't give him an allowance!" Colossus pointed out.
"Right! Now each week he owes me five dollars!"
"Try calling the house number," Gambit suggested.
"Ew. Why?" Magneto contorted his face into a look of disgust.
"Yeah! They all suck! And they're nerdy!" Pyro said, laughing as he was igniting strands of Sabretooth's hair, who hadn't noticed yet.
"Got that right, girlfriend!" Sabretooth said flamboyantly. Then he realized his hair was on fire and ran into a wall.
"I'm so depressed… I'm going down to that depressing coffee shop to… I don't know, paint or something," Colossus bemoaned.
Magneto looked in the Evil Fridge (patent pending). "Bring back some more Villain Milk and Mutant Punch!"
"Whatever."
"I'm ready for my last phase!" X23 stood before the other New Mutants. "what are you going to do? You've already had me do karaoke, be Roberto's magic-practice meat puppet, and made me eat 100 hotdogs out of a toilet (AN: see Der XParody Special Edition Nonexistent DVD!)
Cannonball smiled. "You have to go over to the Acolytes' place and ask for a cup of sugar, wearing something stupid!"
X23 shuddered at the thought. "What do I have to wear?"
Amara was grinning evilly from ear to ear. "We'll think of something!" The New Mutants huddled together loosely.
"She should wear three pairs of bras! On the outside!" Tabitha suggested, clapping her hands.
"No, she should be a slutburger with everything on it!" Jubilee said.
Ray looked at her in confusion. "She should dress up like Ashlee Simpson?"
"I like Jubilee's idea," was what read off of a sign Rahne was holding up. She had already gone past her limit of words she was allowed to say this season.
"I like Jubilee's idea too!" Roberto looked over at Boom-boom.
"You're looking at Boom-boom," New Bobby pointed out.
Roberto looked shocked. "Wait…if that's Boom-boom, then who's Jubilee?" Amara pointed at the real Jubilee in response. Roberto gasped in surprise. "I thought that was Ray!"
"How about she goes as Donald Trump?" Cannonball said.
"Oooh! I like that idea!" Magma exclaimed. "Let's take a vote! Aslee Simpson or Donald Trump? Okay, who wants Simpson?" Amara looked as Jubilee, Rahne, Roberto and Boom-boom all lifted their hands. Amara sighed. "I know if we asked Bobby, he would vote Trump, and that would be a tie if we got Ray's vote, but Ray sucks. SO I guess Simpson wins."
"HEY! I don't want to dress up as Ashlee Simpson!" X23 protested.
"Tough! New Bobby, go get the blond hair dye! Ray, go steal makeup form Jean's room! Tabitha, give us one of your super-slut dresses!" Amara ordered people around as she ignited one of her fingers, which made a sound like a blowtorch. "We have a makeover to do!"
MUA HA HA. Ha. The person who guesses how I'm going to make fun of Simpson gets an imaginary seven layered wedding cake. And it doesn't taste imaginari-ly crappy like a lot of wedding cakes do. You'll NEVER guess it.
