Round 8: Shipwreck and Logan
"Well isn't this fun?" Psyche-Out said happily.
"Yeah I haven't had this much fun since I got my teeth cleaned," Lance grumbled.
"Now let's have the adults play!" Psyche-Out said.
"Let's not and say we did," Shipwreck said.
"Now Shipwreck and Logan you two will be next," Psyche-Out told them.
"The only thing I want to be next for is the line for the nearest bar," Shipwreck groaned.
"Dad just humor him," Althea sighed.
"Yeah we had to all afternoon!" Rogue snapped.
"Charles you're not paying me enough for this!" Logan growled.
"I'm not paying you at all," Xavier said.
"Exactly!" Logan snapped.
"Okay Dad," Althea pulled the word LONELY out. "When you're by yourself it makes you feel…"
"Like I can get away with a lot of stuff," Shipwreck told her.
"Besides that," Althea said. "This is something you feel when no one else is around."
"Uh…" Shipwreck turned a little pale. "Kid this is a family game, you are aware of that?"
"I'm talking about an emotion you moron!" Althea shouted.
"Sorry…" Shipwreck shrugged. "Feelings huh? When I'm alone I feel…relaxed, happy…."
"No."
"Relief?"
"No. Try again."
"Omnipotent. King of the world. A tall vast giant of a man. Great. Very great. Intelligent. Happy. Are you sure I haven't said that word yet?"
"Nope. Keep going."
"Relieved? Secure in the knowledge that what I do won't be found out? Giddy? At peace with the world and everything around me? Are you sure? I'm saying a lot of really good words here."
"No you haven't said it yet," Althea rolled her eyes. "Try this, here's a song title, I'm a blank boy."
"Cabin boy!"
"No! When you haven't seen people for a long time you feel this!"
"Since when?" Shipwreck snapped. "I've been around you kids nearly twenty four seven since I don't know how long! Every time I turn around one of you guys is there! I can't even hear myself think! I'd welcome some alone time!"
"You're close pop," Althea said. "Very close…not alone but…"
"Not alone? When am I ever not alone? I just told you that!"
"Okay fine!" Althea was exasperated. "I've got it! How would you describe Beach Head on a Saturday night?"
"Lonely duh."
DING! DING! DING!
"I mean it Psyche! I've had it with that stupid bell!" Shipwreck snapped.
"We've all had it with that stupid bell!" Logan snapped. He shot out his claws and sliced it into pieces. "There I feel better now."
"Good," Psyche-Out calmly took out another bell. He looked at Logan's amazed stare. "I had a feeling that would happen. So I came prepared." He showed Logan a small sack of bells.
"Figures," Logan groaned. "All right let's get this nightmare over with."
"Okay," Scott pulled out a word, NEGOTIATE. "Logan when you want to talk to somebody you…"
"Drag 'em by the scruff of the neck and make 'em listen to me."
"No no, when you want to discuss something with someone you…"
"Use these," Logan popped out his claws.
"No when somebody wants to do something and you want to do something else you…"
"Make 'em do what I want."
"No! No! I mean let's say that some robbers have taken a bank hostage. And they have demands so the police send some one to…"
"Use tear gas on them."
"No something else…"
"Blow them up."
"No this involves talking."
"Telling them what kind of scumbags they are and threaten them with lawsuits?"
"No! This is non-violent!"
"Well where's the fun in that?" Logan snapped. "This game is stupid Charles! I'm telling you when we talk later I wanna negotiate a pay raise!"
"That's the word!" Psyche-Out was about to ring the bell again when a glare from Logan stopped him cold. "We have a point for the X-Team," Psyche-Out said.
"And I think we also have a point on why we should never let Psyche-Out run these therapy sessions ever again," Logan grumbled.
