Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution. This ain't a scene, it's an arms race.
So here we are, in chapter thirty-five, and... wow, we're up to chapter thirty-five!
Pietro sighed while shaking his head, exasperated. "Ray, you obviously suck at cooking."
"If I obviously suck, why'd you say it?" Ray asked.
"The more dialogue, the more I'm paid. Now, I realize that we need to start with the very basics, because you're so sucky. First off, the microwave is not a toy."
"Says who?" Ray looked over at the microwave. It had a crack in the door, and melted plastic figurines were stuck in and around the microwave.
"Says Pietro!" Kurt said happily. He was watching the whole scene, sitting atop the refrigerator. Kurt rolled his eyes. "The trouble with you is, Ray, you have no fahrvergnügen."
Pietro and Ray both stared at Nightcrawler. "What the hell does that mean?" Pietro asked.
In response to this, Kurt's face went blank for a split second before he teleported away to avoid answering.
"Where'd you get that cake?" Sabretooth asked Pyro.
"I found it outside on the cement. You can't have any. It's mine. Go away! NO! You can't have any! Stop! Get lost! Go away! Snooze, you lose! No way! I don't need you! What cake? Shut up!" Pyro formed a shield around the messy, dirty slice with his body.
"I'm not going to take your cake! Besides, I don't like… germ flavor." A knock at the door interrupted Sabretooth before he could talk anymore. Colossus answered it.
"Hello, I'm taaaking a sssurvey." Caliban hissed at the door. He wearing a cheap black-and-white checkered suit with brown stains on it.
"I'm not interested in…" Piotr blinked. "…questions. So if you would be so kind as to-"
"Firssst question!" Caliban interrupted. "Do you have a lot of money?"
"No. Magneto's a tightwad. He's so tight, that I bet if you-"
"Sssecond question! Since you have a lot of money, where do you plan on spending it?"
"What? No! I said I don't have a lot of money. But If I did, I'd-"
"Third question. Instead of spending it on that particular casino, why don't you give it to your favorite charity?" Caliban was reading this off of note cards.
"I said I don't have a lot of money!" Piotr yelled. "But… that's a good idea. What are you-"
"Damn the man, sssave the empire!" Caliban interrupted again. "You have to-… oh…wait…wrong notecard. Sorry. Alrighty thennn. Instead of donating it to your current favorite charity, why don't you give it to the Morlocks? We're in desperate need of… paymentssss."
"Payments? What an odd way of putting it… but hang on, let me get my wallet." Piotr reached in his pocket.
"Thank you for your time." Caliban turned around and left a puzzled Piotr in the doorway. Caliban took a sudden turn behind a large hedge, where he met up with Callisto, Spyke, and Torpid.
"CALIBAN! What did you do?! You had him hook, line, and sinker!" Callisto threw her arms up in anger.
Caliban said nothing in response. He looked confused.
"You didn't wait to take the money!" Callisto explained loudly, frustrated.
"Oops."
"But I don't like hooks!" Spyke sounded worried.
Callisto growled and starting banging her head on the ground. "I'm completely surrounded by idiots, except one person who can't talk!" Callisto started crying.
"At leeaassst you still have your beauty." Caliban said.
"No I don't! I lost it all from just living near Lucid!"
"Who was that at the door, Piotr?" Gambit asked as he played Solitaire with Magneto.
"Some pale guy who wanted my money, but then he didn't."
"Oh, how odd. At least it wasn't a trained attack celebrity this time," Magneto commented.
"The MEMORIES!" Gambit curled up into a ball.
"I win…" Magneto said.
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