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Should have seen it coming
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Wolverine positively tried to drown himself in the lake, by washing his eyes out.
He seriously considered lobotomyizing himself through his nostrils, just to get rid of the
horrible memory.
Logan knew, he would never be able to look at a hot dog the same way-let alone Scott.
Now at least he knew, why Cyke was so tigthly wound:
Because beneath the loose boxers with the Bugs-Bunny-print, the fearless leader sported a
black leather thong, that was defininitly *not* a cloathing item.
Trembling, Logan decided to spend the rest of his life in the woods-or at least, until whatever
affected his eyes, wore off.
At that moment, the professor's voice sounded through his mind:
"To the War Room, my X-Men. Another fight awaits you."
Logan whimpered, as his bad day just took a turn for the worse.
With a soft 'schluckk' the shielded door closed behind him, and he strode directly to his place,
ignoring the confused stares of the others. He sat, clenched his eyes closed and put up his
fiercest look, ensuring, no one would dare to bother him about the sunglasses he wore.
"Ok, folks, Magneto and his goons once again attacked the city. You know the drill:
go in, drop a few catchy phrases, and wipe the floor with those creeps. Any questions?"
Everybody moaned and muttered as they rose and headed for the hanger.
Logan however, sat frozen in his seat.
If one would have looked behind his sunglasses, they would have noticed the severe
twitching of Logan's left eye…
*~
"I am Magneto, leader of the brotherhood and so on, here to avenge and end the suffering of
every mutant on earth, blah, blah, blah, blah…"
'I'm getting too old for this' thought Eric by himself.
Especially, because he was forced to work with no-talent hicks, without style nor taste.
"That's what happens, when you can only afford to pay minimum wage", Magneto sighed, as he
deflected another one of Cyke's optic blasts.
Sabretooth was curled up in a ball, Phoenix making him see fluffy bunnies, cute kittens and
Disney characters dance around him, singing 'It's a small world after all'.
Rogue and Nightcrawler were brotherly sharing the punching bag, aka Mystique, who was
turning a lovely shade of purple.
Delgado was being chased like a rabbit by Storm's lightning bolts and Gambit's
charged cards, while Amalia Voght and Bishop had discovered their shared addict for big, violent
guns and mysteriously disappeared.
The rest of Magneto's team was frozen into a large ice cube and guarded by Beast, Psylocke,
Iceman and Angel.
Only one still on the loose was Toad, and only because Wolverine fought blind, still
wearing his sunglasses.
Taunting him, Mort took a leap and, using his tongue, snatched the raybans from the feral's nose.
"Wath wi' th' ta'cky tha'eth an'wa'?" he griped, as he landed behind the X-Man.
Growling, Logan swerved around and glared at-
the tatoo on Toad's crotch, reading 'Eric woz here'.
He blinked, paled-and threw up all over poor Mortimer Toynbee.
Needless to say, the raging fight came to a screeching halt…
Feigning nausea, Logan sat at the dining table in the kitchen, his head buried in his arms,
as the team surrounded him.
"Oh Logan, I am so terribly sorry, but how was I to know, your blinding would have such a
desoustrus after-effect? Please, do not hesitate to to tell me your wishes, it is
the very least I can offer, after all the trouble I caused you!" Storm wailed, as she
massaged his broad shoulders.
Several ideas popped into Logan's head, of which he was sure, the windrider woulnd't approve of,
because they mostly included torture, hot oil and whipped cream.
"S'okay", he muttered, trying desperately not to look up, when he heard the phone in the
hall ring.
Jean went to answer the call, and rushed back a few minutes later, chirping:
"Logan, everybody, good news, Jubilee just phoned and said, she's going to spend
summer holidays with us!"
Clattering and a loud "thud!" was heard, as the feral fell from the chair and fainted dead away.
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Jubilee's on the way, and trouble aswell. Stay tuned, folks.
Now go on and play-err, enjoy!
Thanks to all for the kind reviews. Don't be shy, do it again(blush)!
#######################################################################################
Should have seen it coming
________________________________
Wolverine positively tried to drown himself in the lake, by washing his eyes out.
He seriously considered lobotomyizing himself through his nostrils, just to get rid of the
horrible memory.
Logan knew, he would never be able to look at a hot dog the same way-let alone Scott.
Now at least he knew, why Cyke was so tigthly wound:
Because beneath the loose boxers with the Bugs-Bunny-print, the fearless leader sported a
black leather thong, that was defininitly *not* a cloathing item.
Trembling, Logan decided to spend the rest of his life in the woods-or at least, until whatever
affected his eyes, wore off.
At that moment, the professor's voice sounded through his mind:
"To the War Room, my X-Men. Another fight awaits you."
Logan whimpered, as his bad day just took a turn for the worse.
With a soft 'schluckk' the shielded door closed behind him, and he strode directly to his place,
ignoring the confused stares of the others. He sat, clenched his eyes closed and put up his
fiercest look, ensuring, no one would dare to bother him about the sunglasses he wore.
"Ok, folks, Magneto and his goons once again attacked the city. You know the drill:
go in, drop a few catchy phrases, and wipe the floor with those creeps. Any questions?"
Everybody moaned and muttered as they rose and headed for the hanger.
Logan however, sat frozen in his seat.
If one would have looked behind his sunglasses, they would have noticed the severe
twitching of Logan's left eye…
*~
"I am Magneto, leader of the brotherhood and so on, here to avenge and end the suffering of
every mutant on earth, blah, blah, blah, blah…"
'I'm getting too old for this' thought Eric by himself.
Especially, because he was forced to work with no-talent hicks, without style nor taste.
"That's what happens, when you can only afford to pay minimum wage", Magneto sighed, as he
deflected another one of Cyke's optic blasts.
Sabretooth was curled up in a ball, Phoenix making him see fluffy bunnies, cute kittens and
Disney characters dance around him, singing 'It's a small world after all'.
Rogue and Nightcrawler were brotherly sharing the punching bag, aka Mystique, who was
turning a lovely shade of purple.
Delgado was being chased like a rabbit by Storm's lightning bolts and Gambit's
charged cards, while Amalia Voght and Bishop had discovered their shared addict for big, violent
guns and mysteriously disappeared.
The rest of Magneto's team was frozen into a large ice cube and guarded by Beast, Psylocke,
Iceman and Angel.
Only one still on the loose was Toad, and only because Wolverine fought blind, still
wearing his sunglasses.
Taunting him, Mort took a leap and, using his tongue, snatched the raybans from the feral's nose.
"Wath wi' th' ta'cky tha'eth an'wa'?" he griped, as he landed behind the X-Man.
Growling, Logan swerved around and glared at-
the tatoo on Toad's crotch, reading 'Eric woz here'.
He blinked, paled-and threw up all over poor Mortimer Toynbee.
Needless to say, the raging fight came to a screeching halt…
Feigning nausea, Logan sat at the dining table in the kitchen, his head buried in his arms,
as the team surrounded him.
"Oh Logan, I am so terribly sorry, but how was I to know, your blinding would have such a
desoustrus after-effect? Please, do not hesitate to to tell me your wishes, it is
the very least I can offer, after all the trouble I caused you!" Storm wailed, as she
massaged his broad shoulders.
Several ideas popped into Logan's head, of which he was sure, the windrider woulnd't approve of,
because they mostly included torture, hot oil and whipped cream.
"S'okay", he muttered, trying desperately not to look up, when he heard the phone in the
hall ring.
Jean went to answer the call, and rushed back a few minutes later, chirping:
"Logan, everybody, good news, Jubilee just phoned and said, she's going to spend
summer holidays with us!"
Clattering and a loud "thud!" was heard, as the feral fell from the chair and fainted dead away.
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Jubilee's on the way, and trouble aswell. Stay tuned, folks.