I will of course be taking your place among the X-Men. I think my acting skills should be good enough to fool them. After all I just need to use lots of big words, tinker about in your laboratory, quote Shakespeare a lot, eat a lot of Twinkies and say "stars and garters" from time to time. That seems to be all you so with your time anyway. Maybe just for fun I'll resume your relationship with Trish Tilby and take her out for a nice dinner then I can repeat what I did with Mindy. This time I'll use a different virus as I'm always making new ones.
Of course I may have problems with some of your telepathic friends but I'll just have to be careful with my thoughts around them. I'm good at concealing my thoughts when I need to Hank. When you have worked for Sinister you must always be careful not to let your guard down and think about your secret plans. You never know when a telepath might be eavesdropping. Still Xavier, Jean Grey and Betsy Braddock all have this curious moral stance of not reading people's minds without permission. Now that's just plain stupid. What's the point in having a power if you don't make full use of it.
Still if worse does come to worse they will just have to meet with an unfortunate accident. Xavier is old and who can tell when he might suffer a fatal stroke or a heart attack. I'll be on hand to provide medical assistance but sadly that day my skills will prove insufficient. Of course I will grieve and the others will be there to comfort me and tell me that I did my best. Now Betsy as you know suffered a terrible injury at the hands of Sabretooth. Maybe her recovery wasn't quite as complete as we thought at first. Jean Grey might prove more of a challenge but I'll think of something Hank like I always do.
Of course they will be the only people who have any real chance of detecting me. Not even Logan will realize that anything is wrong since I'm identical to you I smell the same. If I seem different in personality then I can put it down to working on the Legacy Virus. This will be quite true as I intend to see if I can make certain improvements to that lovely little plague.
Apart from that I will have a great time. Hiding in plain view as it were I'll have nothing to fear from Sinister any more. No more lurking in sewers for me. I may even let Emma Frost know who I really am and weave a story about finding you dying and feeling remorse for my earlier actions and taking your place to make up for my evil. Since she's a reformed villainess herself she might even believe me. If not then who will believe her word over mine. She's not exactly an angel even now. You know Hank I do miss her sometimes. We had such a nice time together once. That's a tale for another time though and one you'll never hear.
Just look at the time Hank. I don't know where the hours have gone but they do say that time flies when you're having fun. I would love to stay here all day talking to you but sadly I have more important things to do. Before I go I have some final words which I suggest you cherish. They may be the last words you ever hear from another human being. A last farewell if you please. Anyway here goes nothing.
Goodbye Henry Philip McCoy. Goodbye Hank. Goodbye Beast. Goodbye…brother!
