Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story, except for me. I put up a disclaimer, I'm a good child, please don't sue me….please……
An X-men challenge.
I propose a challenge to all you fanfic writers out there…
The challenge is to write a fic with the following criteria:
-At least 2 x-men get drunk
-someone touches rogue
-someone complains about someone's odor
-someone dies
-someone uses a narcotic drug (I.E. crack, heroin, marijuana…)
-solve world hunger somehow(no mary-sue's)
-and it must be damn funny.
And of you do respond to it, please post a review or e-mail me!! Pleeeez?!!?!
That is all.
When food attacks.
The X-men have been put on a strict diet by the professor to train for if they were ever stranded, or their car broke down and they couldn't drive to the grocery store.
The X-men are in the living room, crawling around from lack of energy.
Gambit: oohh….so….hungry…..weak….
Professor: If you are hungry, then eat your special diet food.
Gambit: Ew… Gambit…..would…..rather….die….
Prof.: If you don't eat it, you will die, now eat!
The prof takes a bite of steak.
Wolvie: Steeeaaaakkkk…..must….have…real…food….and…learn….to..speak…ugh ….normal erk
Wolverine faints
Jean: no. logannnn….
Jean faints also
Gambit sneaks slowly away to the kitchen and tries to find some food.
Professor: (in his psionic thing) *Gambit, no! how will you learn to survive when there is no food?*
Gambit: At…least…on…desert'd….island….dere's food.
Professor X has another piece of steak.
Steak: come on Logan… you know you want me, he won't care if you take one tiny bite…
Logan: AH! The.. steak talked to me!
Prof: (still chewing steak) Huh? Whamsh shuh fleck?
Logan: gets it away!
Gambit: (still in the kitchen) must…find food……
Prof: Gambit, come back here.
Gambit: no!! nevah!
Gambit picks up a bag of doritos
Bag of doritos: yeah, eat us, the professor will never know….we're delicious, and you need us.
Gambit: Damn straight…wha? Hey! Why dis bag talk? Ah what the hell
Gambit downs the whole bag and runs back to the living room
Rogue: Remy! You have food on your face! Ah want it,
Rogue licks the food from gambit's face
Gambit: no chere! Gambit don't want to go into…*erk*
The professor is too busy eating steak to notice any of this.
Rogue: mmmm…doritos…
Prof: uh? Rogue! Gambit! Where did you get those doritos? Give me them!
Rogue grabs the bag from Remy's hand and reluctantly gives them to the professor. Then he pours the crumbs and what's left of the bag into his mouth.
Rogue: damn!
Cyclops: as leader as the x-men, I demand food!
Prof: not for another, uh (looks at his watch) 9 hours
Cyclops: no, now!!
Prof: over my dead body!
Logan: *snikt* With pleasure chuck.
The author pops up.
Author: None will die! I come bearing food!
Prof: but what if the car breaks down?
Author: Rogue can fly there
Rogue: wha?
Rogue has doritos all over her face as she has opened an other bag of them
The author distributes food to everyone but the prof. She then gives the prof a coma.
Everyone: yay!!!!
And all was well, but the prof and gambit are still in a coma.
An X-men challenge.
I propose a challenge to all you fanfic writers out there…
The challenge is to write a fic with the following criteria:
-At least 2 x-men get drunk
-someone touches rogue
-someone complains about someone's odor
-someone dies
-someone uses a narcotic drug (I.E. crack, heroin, marijuana…)
-solve world hunger somehow(no mary-sue's)
-and it must be damn funny.
And of you do respond to it, please post a review or e-mail me!! Pleeeez?!!?!
That is all.
When food attacks.
The X-men have been put on a strict diet by the professor to train for if they were ever stranded, or their car broke down and they couldn't drive to the grocery store.
The X-men are in the living room, crawling around from lack of energy.
Gambit: oohh….so….hungry…..weak….
Professor: If you are hungry, then eat your special diet food.
Gambit: Ew… Gambit…..would…..rather….die….
Prof.: If you don't eat it, you will die, now eat!
The prof takes a bite of steak.
Wolvie: Steeeaaaakkkk…..must….have…real…food….and…learn….to..speak…ugh ….normal erk
Wolverine faints
Jean: no. logannnn….
Jean faints also
Gambit sneaks slowly away to the kitchen and tries to find some food.
Professor: (in his psionic thing) *Gambit, no! how will you learn to survive when there is no food?*
Gambit: At…least…on…desert'd….island….dere's food.
Professor X has another piece of steak.
Steak: come on Logan… you know you want me, he won't care if you take one tiny bite…
Logan: AH! The.. steak talked to me!
Prof: (still chewing steak) Huh? Whamsh shuh fleck?
Logan: gets it away!
Gambit: (still in the kitchen) must…find food……
Prof: Gambit, come back here.
Gambit: no!! nevah!
Gambit picks up a bag of doritos
Bag of doritos: yeah, eat us, the professor will never know….we're delicious, and you need us.
Gambit: Damn straight…wha? Hey! Why dis bag talk? Ah what the hell
Gambit downs the whole bag and runs back to the living room
Rogue: Remy! You have food on your face! Ah want it,
Rogue licks the food from gambit's face
Gambit: no chere! Gambit don't want to go into…*erk*
The professor is too busy eating steak to notice any of this.
Rogue: mmmm…doritos…
Prof: uh? Rogue! Gambit! Where did you get those doritos? Give me them!
Rogue grabs the bag from Remy's hand and reluctantly gives them to the professor. Then he pours the crumbs and what's left of the bag into his mouth.
Rogue: damn!
Cyclops: as leader as the x-men, I demand food!
Prof: not for another, uh (looks at his watch) 9 hours
Cyclops: no, now!!
Prof: over my dead body!
Logan: *snikt* With pleasure chuck.
The author pops up.
Author: None will die! I come bearing food!
Prof: but what if the car breaks down?
Author: Rogue can fly there
Rogue: wha?
Rogue has doritos all over her face as she has opened an other bag of them
The author distributes food to everyone but the prof. She then gives the prof a coma.
Everyone: yay!!!!
And all was well, but the prof and gambit are still in a coma.