Just one last bow to finish off this thing..

Chapter Nine: Credits and outtakes.

First, I'd like to get the credits out of the way, so without further space-wasting:

Producer: My parents (Well, they did pay for the electricity used in the typing of this fic.)

Director: Me. Yay.

Script Writer: Me, with especial thanks to Scott Summers, Remy Lebeau, Jean Grey, Lance Alvers, Hank McCoy and Charles Xavier; the reason being that I just basically put a bit of plot, and let them do their own thing. Okay, so maybe I exaggerated a little bit. A fic writer's entitled to a bit of fun, right?

Cast: If you don't know, re-read the fic.

Cameraman: -

Camera Grip: -

Dolly Grip: -

Best Boy Grip: -

The Fourth Type of Grip: -

Beta Tester: Javed Chaudhry.

Some of the Songs That I Listened To While Typing: Crawling by Linkin Park In The End by Linkin Park November Rain by Guns N Roses Sweet Child o' Mine by Guns N Roses Fear of the Dark by Iron Maiden Seventh Son of a Seventh Son by Iron Maiden The Jester's Dance by In Flames Whoracle by In Flames Embody the Invisible by In Flames Only for the Weak by In Flames Clayman by In Flames Halleluja by Rammstein Ich Will by Rammstein Du Hast by Rammstein Stripped by Rammstein Outlaw Torn by Metallica Hero of the Day by Metallica One by Metallica Fade to Black by Metallica Master of Puppets by Metallica The Unforgiven by Metallica Unforgiven II by Metallica Welcome Home (Sanitarium) by Metallica The Ecstasy of Gold by Metallica Battery by Metallica

I hope you aren't sick of reading by now, because the outtakes are still left. I've changed the format for them. It's script style now.

Outtakes (Ideas not used in this fic)

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Logan (Returning from bathroom): Where's my super-rare, nearly raw steak I was eating a couple'a minutes ago?

Scott: It's in the fridge next to all the heads you've been collecting.

Logan (Looking at Scott): I don't know whether to be relieved to find that you have a sense of humour, or to be horrified at how sick it is.

Scott: I had hoped to try that joke on Kitty.

Logan: Joking about raw steaks with a vegetarian? You aren't sick, you're just stupid.

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Kitty: Scott's been acting strange lately.

Evan: Yeah, this morning he wrote on the bathroom wall, 'two maggots were fightin' in dead Ernest.'

Kitty:.I don't get it.

Evan: Think about it.

Kitty: Um, ok. (Thinking).Eeyuck! That's disgusting!

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Scott: Kitty, you left your steak in the fridge. (Holds up Logan's raw steak, blood is dripping slowly)

Kitty: Eeeekkk!!! (Faints, phases through floor)

Scott: Which room is below this one? (A splash is heard, along with Xavier's bellow.)

Scott: Oh yeah, the 'X' bathroom.

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Remy (In Logan's bedroom, drinking): twenty-three bottles of beer on the wall, one falls down and.

Logan (Jumping out of closet): Haha! Caught you, this time, Gumbo! (Leaps for Remy at the exact moment he falls on to the bed, falls out the window.)

Logan: Yeeeeaaarrrggghhh!! (Splat.)

Remy: twenty-two Logan's on the wall, one falls down and.

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Lance: Todd, you do that once more and I'll.

Todd: Do what?

Lance: Ow! That, you little creep! Come here! (Chases Todd out of room. A few seconds later another Todd steps out of the shadows.)

Mystique (as Todd): Oh, that was sooo satisfying.

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Freddy: When I become a big rock star, I'm going to ride the crowd, just like this! (Gets on sofa, tries to ride Lance and Todd)

Lance and Todd (as Freddy jumps): Nooooooo (Splat.)

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Remy: I am not gay!

Logan: Yeah, yeah, I believe ya, just stay on the other side of the room if you don't want some of your equipment removed. sorry, I forgot; that threat won't work on you. Just stay away, okay?

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Rogue: Nice shade o' lipstick, Jeannie.

Jean (astonished.): You like it?

Rogue: Not really, but it's good, considerin' it's your choice.

Jean: .If you start barking, I might leash you. You're wearing a dog collar made for that purpose anyway.

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Xavier (At breakfast.): I just had the most horrible nightmare.

Everyone else (Grabbing heads and groaning): Could you try some shielding, professor?

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Storm: I think you should not call Logan your huggy brother, Evan. I do not think he likes it.

Remy: De slashed up teddy bears he left on your dresser not enough of a clue, Porc'pine?

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Kurt: Whenever the professor is angry, you can hear Mozart. I think he makes a telepathic broadcast to calm people down. I find it very soothing, anyway.

Logan: It's a good thing he's broadcasting music now. Before you came he had less self-control; he used to go down to the pub, drink and hook up with some fat bimbo. (Grabs head) Oh my God! The images!

.Fin.