"Damn, yo, Jessica Simpson is fine."
"Isn't this supposed to be family programming?"
"Freddy, do you realize how little gratuitous cleavage there is on TV since you spilled soda on our black box?"
"Real patriotic, guys."
"Then stop drooling over her, you hypocrite."
"Don't even get me started on you, Mr. Cherry Bomb. If Todd didn't slime that firecracker, we'd be calling you Lefty."
"Pass the chips."
"Uh..."
"Foo, those were supposed to last all of us until the end of the fireworks!!"
Elsewhere in Bayville, the X-Men were gathered around the big-screen TV in the dark, with the stereo system hooked up so they felt like they were in surround sound, anxiously awaiting the fireworks spectacular to begin. Especially a certain German elf, who was enjoying his first Independence Day in this country. Logan, being a proud Canadian, was probably the least enthusiastic, but you couldn't tell by the awesome barbecue he put together.
Like Harry Connick Jr. said, there were fireworks shows along the Mississippi every year, but Rogue had heard great stuff about the one in New York City since she was little and never got the chance to see it on TV until now. Scott got slightly depressed around this time of the day, but Jean tried her best to cheer him up by saying that most of the fireworks were red anyway.
Ororo celebrated the 4th with music, playing an old cassette of Bruce Springsteen's "Born in the USA" at least a dozen times during the day and was, to everyone's surprise, rocking out as Bon Jovi played the beginning of the show.
"So Kurt, are you having a good time?" Kitty asked. Kurt nodded and gave a brief murmur, not wanting to move an inch from where he was cuddled up on the couch next to his crush. If the man who invented air conditioning was still alive, Kurt would write him a thank-you letter tomorrow morning.
"Woah, that one sounded like it was right across the street."
"What the--the TV's out!"
"And they just started the countdown! This is wrong, yo!"
"Guys, you better come see this."
"Aw man, they launched one right into the power lines!"
"Does this mean the hot dogs in the fridge are gonna go bad?"
"And the potato salad."
"And my whole paycheck this week."
"God bless America, guys, our home sweet home."
"Isn't this supposed to be family programming?"
"Freddy, do you realize how little gratuitous cleavage there is on TV since you spilled soda on our black box?"
"Real patriotic, guys."
"Then stop drooling over her, you hypocrite."
"Don't even get me started on you, Mr. Cherry Bomb. If Todd didn't slime that firecracker, we'd be calling you Lefty."
"Pass the chips."
"Uh..."
"Foo, those were supposed to last all of us until the end of the fireworks!!"
Elsewhere in Bayville, the X-Men were gathered around the big-screen TV in the dark, with the stereo system hooked up so they felt like they were in surround sound, anxiously awaiting the fireworks spectacular to begin. Especially a certain German elf, who was enjoying his first Independence Day in this country. Logan, being a proud Canadian, was probably the least enthusiastic, but you couldn't tell by the awesome barbecue he put together.
Like Harry Connick Jr. said, there were fireworks shows along the Mississippi every year, but Rogue had heard great stuff about the one in New York City since she was little and never got the chance to see it on TV until now. Scott got slightly depressed around this time of the day, but Jean tried her best to cheer him up by saying that most of the fireworks were red anyway.
Ororo celebrated the 4th with music, playing an old cassette of Bruce Springsteen's "Born in the USA" at least a dozen times during the day and was, to everyone's surprise, rocking out as Bon Jovi played the beginning of the show.
"So Kurt, are you having a good time?" Kitty asked. Kurt nodded and gave a brief murmur, not wanting to move an inch from where he was cuddled up on the couch next to his crush. If the man who invented air conditioning was still alive, Kurt would write him a thank-you letter tomorrow morning.
"Woah, that one sounded like it was right across the street."
"What the--the TV's out!"
"And they just started the countdown! This is wrong, yo!"
"Guys, you better come see this."
"Aw man, they launched one right into the power lines!"
"Does this mean the hot dogs in the fridge are gonna go bad?"
"And the potato salad."
"And my whole paycheck this week."
"God bless America, guys, our home sweet home."