I realize these song arne't excatly relevent with the time the X-Men are in, but it's still interesting.
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"Would you shut the fuck up, Bobby?"Logan demands, walking into the rec room with a less then expression on his face; he still bore signs of red and black from his "clown" face and was not thrilled about itl. Bobby looks up from trying to rap 50 Cents' In Da Club; Angel and Tara were both sitting on the floor. He notices that Tara twitched every time she looked over at Bobby. Guess walking in on those two gave the child emotional problems. He shudders, thinking about it again. Tara smiles,"Mr. Logan, Mr. Logan, Mr. Logan, why aren't there any cartoons on the tv?" "I don't know, kid. Bobby, put it on cartoons and go see Hank. He needs your assistance,"Logan lies, watching Tara twitch again. Bobby pouts for a few moments. "Hank needs me? I am on my way, Super Best Friend!!!" He takes off running with his arms spread like wings; silence follows for a moment. Angel shakes her head, sadly,"That bad."
Logan sighs and switches the channel onto the stupid cartoon with the kid in the pink hat. Fairly DogPatients or something. He'd just gone into the kitchen and gotten a beer, was about to take a drink when someone pulled on his leg. He looks down at Tara. "Yes?" "Me and Angel's hungry...."she tells him, not releasing her hold on his leg. "One moment....uh, here you two want some...uh, ice cream?"he questions, taking a drink from his beer, then sitting it down on the counter. Tara starts to answer, but Angel beats her to it as she enters the kitchen. "Yes, please, Logan,"she says, polietly as she clambers onto one of the stools; Tara shakes her head and climbs onto the second one. "Right, sit still. I'll get you both some...." He stops talking and goes into the freezer, getting a box of some kind of ice cream; he walks out and sets it down on the table. "Ohhhhhhh...ice scream.." "Yeah, kid. Ice cream...you two have to stay right here while you eat it though..." Logan quickly fills two bowls and sits them in front of them. "Not good..." Tara shakes her head once more then begins to eat; he picks up his beer and starts to take a drink, but realizes it's empty. "Tara......" She looks up, innocently. "Yes, Mr. Logan?" He sighs and walks to the fridge, getting another one. "Nevermind...shut up and eat...."
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Gambit walks around the perimeter of the X-Mansion, patrolling for any sign of trouble; he hadn't seen any in the last hour during his previous search. "Remy t'inks dis job is stupid and pointless....Remy rather watch de chil'ren, then do perimeter check,"he mumbles, walking around toward the front door, but stops as one of the roof alarms goes off,"Who's on de roof?" He looks up, shading his eyes with one hand. He couldn't see anything. "Sometimes Remy wonder if he sane..." He'd just begun to walk again with he heard a loud yell of,"I CAN FLY!" Gambit looks up and stares at what on first sight appears to be a bird, but turns into Angel as it lands in his arms.
"Remy! Wow, I didn't know I could fly!" She wraps her arms tightly around his neck and hugs him. "Didyouseeme?Ireallyflew!Justlikeabird!"she rambles, not releasing him. Gambit stares at her a moment. "Petite, Remy wonders where you came from..." "the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire...we don't need a mother fuc---" He slams his hand over her mouth before she can completly the lyrics,"Don't say it." Angel continues trying to talk, despite his hand over her mouth; it doesn't seem to face her in the list. "Angel, hush and I promise to remove my hand,"he tells her; she nods, obidently. He slowly removes his hand and puts her down. She blinks a few times. "Wow, head rush..." "Petite, where did you hear that?"Gambit questions, removing a deck of cards and beginning to shuffle them.
Her eyes watch the cards shuffle back in forth, but doesn't answer. "Angel!"he snaps her name and she looks up. "Yes, Remy?" "Where did you hear those....uh, words?"he asks as he crouches to be closer to her level,"You couldn't have just made them up.." She smiles," 'Course not, Remy! They was on...uh, bet. Yeah, Bobby called it bet. They danced, too....weird dance." "That's enough....why don't we go see what Bobby's doing right now and try to figure out your uh.....words." "Okay, Remy!" She walks silent with him for a moment, then takes one of the uncharged cards from his hand and looks at it. "Why cards, Remy? Why no oranges or bread?"she asks, twirling the card over and over in her hand. Gambit shrugs. "Don't know, petite. Just like de cards....where was Bobby when you last swa him?" "Um....um, no know, no care...I got ice scream, Remy." "Remy say that's very good, Angel...why don't you go play with the fish while Remy talks with Bobby?"he says, giving her a second card as she begins to lose interest in her first one. She looks confused a moment, then shrugs and runs off toward the living room and the fish tank.
Gambit was just about to go off to find Bobby, but stops dead hearing her next song. "I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna...." He didn't catch the next part, but could hear the sound of,"I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line
while the dirty birds kick for t'reeand if you like in the club we can do it in the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP whip cream with cherries, strawberries on top.." "ANGEL!!"
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Logan opens his eyes hearing the sound of shouting from the living room. He'd just fallen asleep less then two hours ago and now someone was shrieking like Banshee from the living room. "This just won't work,"he growls, unsheathing his blades and walking into the rec room. He'd almost reached it when he heard the oddest thing he'd ever heard said by someone other then him. "Would you shut the fuck up, Bobby?"the voice demands just seconds before Logan enters the room. Bobby and Jubilee were both staring at Tara, who obviously had spoken the words.
"What's going on here?"he demands, glaring at them both. Bobby swallows, nervously and Jubilee look at him almost ready to cry. "Bobby said...he said...he said I wasn't any fun!" Jubilee begins wailing horriblely; Tara covers her small ears. "Make her stop! Make her stop!" Logan looks between the three children for a moment. "Jubes, stop crying, you're...um lots of fun. Bobby, apologize and Tara, come with me,"he says, sheathing his blades after threatening Bobby into an apology, taking Tara's arm and pulling her out of the room. "Mr. Logan, do you got any scissors?"she questions, following him as he walks back to his room.
Logan looks at her, thinking. "Why do you need scissors, kid?" She sighs,"Just want to cut out something, Mr. Logan...do you have any?" He stares at her, blankly, then nods. "There's a pair in the kitchen.....now if you need anything ask Bobby, okay?" Tara twitches,"Not Bobby.." "Ask Remy or Hank, then...just leave me alone,"he growls, going into his room and slamming the door. There's silence for a moment, then he hears a yell of. "Damn drawer! Don't shut on me hand!" Logan shakes his head,"She's hopeless...." He yawns and flops down on his bed; it breaks. "Damn bed.....floor at least don't fall apart when you sleep on it,"he grumbles, rolling off the remains of his bed and onto the floor with a thump.
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Well every child should know about rap, have ice cream a.k.a. learn to fly/sugar high, and learn to curse. What more could any parent wish for? Tune in next time to find out why Tara wants scissors, what Gambit will learn from Bobby. Why did Logan's bed break? These and more will be answered....soon. Over and Out.
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"Would you shut the fuck up, Bobby?"Logan demands, walking into the rec room with a less then expression on his face; he still bore signs of red and black from his "clown" face and was not thrilled about itl. Bobby looks up from trying to rap 50 Cents' In Da Club; Angel and Tara were both sitting on the floor. He notices that Tara twitched every time she looked over at Bobby. Guess walking in on those two gave the child emotional problems. He shudders, thinking about it again. Tara smiles,"Mr. Logan, Mr. Logan, Mr. Logan, why aren't there any cartoons on the tv?" "I don't know, kid. Bobby, put it on cartoons and go see Hank. He needs your assistance,"Logan lies, watching Tara twitch again. Bobby pouts for a few moments. "Hank needs me? I am on my way, Super Best Friend!!!" He takes off running with his arms spread like wings; silence follows for a moment. Angel shakes her head, sadly,"That bad."
Logan sighs and switches the channel onto the stupid cartoon with the kid in the pink hat. Fairly DogPatients or something. He'd just gone into the kitchen and gotten a beer, was about to take a drink when someone pulled on his leg. He looks down at Tara. "Yes?" "Me and Angel's hungry...."she tells him, not releasing her hold on his leg. "One moment....uh, here you two want some...uh, ice cream?"he questions, taking a drink from his beer, then sitting it down on the counter. Tara starts to answer, but Angel beats her to it as she enters the kitchen. "Yes, please, Logan,"she says, polietly as she clambers onto one of the stools; Tara shakes her head and climbs onto the second one. "Right, sit still. I'll get you both some...." He stops talking and goes into the freezer, getting a box of some kind of ice cream; he walks out and sets it down on the table. "Ohhhhhhh...ice scream.." "Yeah, kid. Ice cream...you two have to stay right here while you eat it though..." Logan quickly fills two bowls and sits them in front of them. "Not good..." Tara shakes her head once more then begins to eat; he picks up his beer and starts to take a drink, but realizes it's empty. "Tara......" She looks up, innocently. "Yes, Mr. Logan?" He sighs and walks to the fridge, getting another one. "Nevermind...shut up and eat...."
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Gambit walks around the perimeter of the X-Mansion, patrolling for any sign of trouble; he hadn't seen any in the last hour during his previous search. "Remy t'inks dis job is stupid and pointless....Remy rather watch de chil'ren, then do perimeter check,"he mumbles, walking around toward the front door, but stops as one of the roof alarms goes off,"Who's on de roof?" He looks up, shading his eyes with one hand. He couldn't see anything. "Sometimes Remy wonder if he sane..." He'd just begun to walk again with he heard a loud yell of,"I CAN FLY!" Gambit looks up and stares at what on first sight appears to be a bird, but turns into Angel as it lands in his arms.
"Remy! Wow, I didn't know I could fly!" She wraps her arms tightly around his neck and hugs him. "Didyouseeme?Ireallyflew!Justlikeabird!"she rambles, not releasing him. Gambit stares at her a moment. "Petite, Remy wonders where you came from..." "the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire...we don't need a mother fuc---" He slams his hand over her mouth before she can completly the lyrics,"Don't say it." Angel continues trying to talk, despite his hand over her mouth; it doesn't seem to face her in the list. "Angel, hush and I promise to remove my hand,"he tells her; she nods, obidently. He slowly removes his hand and puts her down. She blinks a few times. "Wow, head rush..." "Petite, where did you hear that?"Gambit questions, removing a deck of cards and beginning to shuffle them.
Her eyes watch the cards shuffle back in forth, but doesn't answer. "Angel!"he snaps her name and she looks up. "Yes, Remy?" "Where did you hear those....uh, words?"he asks as he crouches to be closer to her level,"You couldn't have just made them up.." She smiles," 'Course not, Remy! They was on...uh, bet. Yeah, Bobby called it bet. They danced, too....weird dance." "That's enough....why don't we go see what Bobby's doing right now and try to figure out your uh.....words." "Okay, Remy!" She walks silent with him for a moment, then takes one of the uncharged cards from his hand and looks at it. "Why cards, Remy? Why no oranges or bread?"she asks, twirling the card over and over in her hand. Gambit shrugs. "Don't know, petite. Just like de cards....where was Bobby when you last swa him?" "Um....um, no know, no care...I got ice scream, Remy." "Remy say that's very good, Angel...why don't you go play with the fish while Remy talks with Bobby?"he says, giving her a second card as she begins to lose interest in her first one. She looks confused a moment, then shrugs and runs off toward the living room and the fish tank.
Gambit was just about to go off to find Bobby, but stops dead hearing her next song. "I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna...." He didn't catch the next part, but could hear the sound of,"I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line
while the dirty birds kick for t'reeand if you like in the club we can do it in the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP whip cream with cherries, strawberries on top.." "ANGEL!!"
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Logan opens his eyes hearing the sound of shouting from the living room. He'd just fallen asleep less then two hours ago and now someone was shrieking like Banshee from the living room. "This just won't work,"he growls, unsheathing his blades and walking into the rec room. He'd almost reached it when he heard the oddest thing he'd ever heard said by someone other then him. "Would you shut the fuck up, Bobby?"the voice demands just seconds before Logan enters the room. Bobby and Jubilee were both staring at Tara, who obviously had spoken the words.
"What's going on here?"he demands, glaring at them both. Bobby swallows, nervously and Jubilee look at him almost ready to cry. "Bobby said...he said...he said I wasn't any fun!" Jubilee begins wailing horriblely; Tara covers her small ears. "Make her stop! Make her stop!" Logan looks between the three children for a moment. "Jubes, stop crying, you're...um lots of fun. Bobby, apologize and Tara, come with me,"he says, sheathing his blades after threatening Bobby into an apology, taking Tara's arm and pulling her out of the room. "Mr. Logan, do you got any scissors?"she questions, following him as he walks back to his room.
Logan looks at her, thinking. "Why do you need scissors, kid?" She sighs,"Just want to cut out something, Mr. Logan...do you have any?" He stares at her, blankly, then nods. "There's a pair in the kitchen.....now if you need anything ask Bobby, okay?" Tara twitches,"Not Bobby.." "Ask Remy or Hank, then...just leave me alone,"he growls, going into his room and slamming the door. There's silence for a moment, then he hears a yell of. "Damn drawer! Don't shut on me hand!" Logan shakes his head,"She's hopeless...." He yawns and flops down on his bed; it breaks. "Damn bed.....floor at least don't fall apart when you sleep on it,"he grumbles, rolling off the remains of his bed and onto the floor with a thump.
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Well every child should know about rap, have ice cream a.k.a. learn to fly/sugar high, and learn to curse. What more could any parent wish for? Tune in next time to find out why Tara wants scissors, what Gambit will learn from Bobby. Why did Logan's bed break? These and more will be answered....soon. Over and Out.