For an outsider, this would have been the funniest thing to have ever witnessed. They would see Wolverine, in a tight, almost revealing outfit, looking horrified at a pissed off and rather scary looking Iceman. For a person who was involved in this, this had to have been the worst scenario to be placed in.
Shit, I didn't know I could look so scary. Logan could work wonders with my body. Is it just me or could that sentence be taken completely wrong.
Perhaps I should save myself and run like there was no tomorrow. Wait a minute! I'm in Wolverines body. I could easily knock him out. Why should I be afraid of him?
Replacing my "Looks-like-a-horrified-dear-about-to-be-ran-over" stance with a "I'm-Wolverine-piss-me-off-and-you-had-just-volunteered-to-become-my-newest-punching-bag" stance, I ready myself for the best snide remark I had ever said in my whole life.
"PLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!" My remark keeps him speechless, hell I guess I'd be pretty damn speechless to if Logan just stuck his tongue out at me
"YOUR DEAD TWERP!" Logan screamed, then started into a gigantic leap in my direction.
'I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead!' I repeat in my head until I notice that Logan had accidentally created an Ice puddle right below himself.
THUNK!
And there goes Wolverine, sprawled out in the middle of the ground, confusion clearly spreading throughout his face.
'Perfect!' I think to myself. 'I can attack him now, knock him out, and get changed out of Jeans clothes before he can rip me to shreds.'
I launched myself up in the air, about to pounce until a swift, furry, blue arm had thrown me back against the wall.
CRACK!
'Ow...ok that kinda hurt!' I think to myself. I rub the back of my head and gaze up to see Hank standing in between myself and Logan. 'Damn, I forgot about him!'
I slowly and cautiously raise myself up to my feet again and notice that Logan is up and ready for another attack on my part. I prepare for an all out attack against him but I suddenly black out.
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When I open my eyes again all I see is blury whiteness. Blinking, I wait for my eyes to readjust. When They do I notice that I'm in the infirmary.
"Why am I in the infirmary" I wonder aloud to myself.
"We put you here before hand, bub, because once you woke up you'd end up here anyways." Says a gruff voice to the right of me. Turning my head over I see Wolverine back in his body again.
'Wait, back in his body again? OH SHIT!' I thought to myself as I looked down and noticed I was back in the body that I was born in. I guess that black out was a signal showing me that my time as Wolverine was up. I'm dead.
"We? Whose we?" I ask Logan, thinking over his words he had said to me.
'Uh-oh. Why is he smiling like that?'
"Bonjour, Robert. " states a familiar Cajun voice.
"You ruined my outfit you Bastard!" says a not so nice feminine voice.
"Hi Remy, Jean." I pronounce each of their names with much added sweetness to my voice. Maybe if I speak politely towards them they'll let me live. Yeah right, and Bishop watches Opera.
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My name is Bobby Drake. I am currently tied down, completely naked, onto a playground slide. I have several bruises on my body from mothers who thought that it was their duty to defend their children from "The evil pedophile from hell." One of these days I'll learn that it doesn't pay to try and destroy Wolverines pride. One of these days, doesn't mean today or tomorrow. Until that time that I "Become a Mature Adult" I'll be found at Xavier's Mansion, destroying the sanity of the X-men.
Shit, I didn't know I could look so scary. Logan could work wonders with my body. Is it just me or could that sentence be taken completely wrong.
Perhaps I should save myself and run like there was no tomorrow. Wait a minute! I'm in Wolverines body. I could easily knock him out. Why should I be afraid of him?
Replacing my "Looks-like-a-horrified-dear-about-to-be-ran-over" stance with a "I'm-Wolverine-piss-me-off-and-you-had-just-volunteered-to-become-my-newest-punching-bag" stance, I ready myself for the best snide remark I had ever said in my whole life.
"PLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!" My remark keeps him speechless, hell I guess I'd be pretty damn speechless to if Logan just stuck his tongue out at me
"YOUR DEAD TWERP!" Logan screamed, then started into a gigantic leap in my direction.
'I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead!' I repeat in my head until I notice that Logan had accidentally created an Ice puddle right below himself.
THUNK!
And there goes Wolverine, sprawled out in the middle of the ground, confusion clearly spreading throughout his face.
'Perfect!' I think to myself. 'I can attack him now, knock him out, and get changed out of Jeans clothes before he can rip me to shreds.'
I launched myself up in the air, about to pounce until a swift, furry, blue arm had thrown me back against the wall.
CRACK!
'Ow...ok that kinda hurt!' I think to myself. I rub the back of my head and gaze up to see Hank standing in between myself and Logan. 'Damn, I forgot about him!'
I slowly and cautiously raise myself up to my feet again and notice that Logan is up and ready for another attack on my part. I prepare for an all out attack against him but I suddenly black out.
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When I open my eyes again all I see is blury whiteness. Blinking, I wait for my eyes to readjust. When They do I notice that I'm in the infirmary.
"Why am I in the infirmary" I wonder aloud to myself.
"We put you here before hand, bub, because once you woke up you'd end up here anyways." Says a gruff voice to the right of me. Turning my head over I see Wolverine back in his body again.
'Wait, back in his body again? OH SHIT!' I thought to myself as I looked down and noticed I was back in the body that I was born in. I guess that black out was a signal showing me that my time as Wolverine was up. I'm dead.
"We? Whose we?" I ask Logan, thinking over his words he had said to me.
'Uh-oh. Why is he smiling like that?'
"Bonjour, Robert. " states a familiar Cajun voice.
"You ruined my outfit you Bastard!" says a not so nice feminine voice.
"Hi Remy, Jean." I pronounce each of their names with much added sweetness to my voice. Maybe if I speak politely towards them they'll let me live. Yeah right, and Bishop watches Opera.
~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~
My name is Bobby Drake. I am currently tied down, completely naked, onto a playground slide. I have several bruises on my body from mothers who thought that it was their duty to defend their children from "The evil pedophile from hell." One of these days I'll learn that it doesn't pay to try and destroy Wolverines pride. One of these days, doesn't mean today or tomorrow. Until that time that I "Become a Mature Adult" I'll be found at Xavier's Mansion, destroying the sanity of the X-men.
