Queen of Random: As the Queen of Random, I declare that Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, is not mine! Although he is welcome to become a Random Citizen if he wishes.

Deemma-4w: Ideas for dares are welcome from all. But purple spotted monkeys are not!

Queen of Random: I agree! It took my servants two weeks to get rid of them last time!

Chapter Two: The Bus runs on Not-Petrol?!

"Kurt. Truth or dare?" asked Wanda. "He he he."

"I'll miss you, buddy" said Scott.

Kurt swallowed. He knew what he was going to have to pick. "Dare," he said meekly.

"Good." Wanda smiled. "I dare you to," she looked around the bus, trying to think of a suitable punishment. And her eyes locked on the petrol can under Kurt's seat. "I dare you to drink the contents of that container."

Kurt's eyes widened. "Was? Petrol will kill me!"

"Drink the damn stuff, blue-boy! Or else I will kill you!"

Kurt was faced with a terrible decision. Death by petrol, or by a pissed off Scarlet Witch. "I'll drink it," he said without hesitation. "Hand me the container."

"Kurt, you don't have to do this!" cried Amanda.

"But I have to." With that, he began drinking.

"Chug, chug, chug!" shouted Pietro and Todd.

But something was not right. Instead of a look of revulsion on his face, there was instead, a look of pure ecstasy, as Kurt realised what he was drinking was not going to kill him. In fact, what he was drinking tasted quite nice.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" asked Amanda, when he had finished.

"I didn't know the bus was powered by beer," he said.

"What?"

"This is a new design," called a voice from the front of the bus. "Alcohol is cleaner burning, and it is better for the environment."

"Was that the bus driver who just spoke?" asked Freddy. "I forgot he was there."

"Then who would be driving the bus, genius?"

"Hey! I'm a genius!"

Scott shook his head slowly as Kurt said, in a kind of slurred, but other wise normal voice, "My turn. Rogue! Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

Now at this point the alcohol must have seriously started to affect his sense of judgement, because he said, "I dare you to touch Scott and absorb his thoughts!"

There was a smirk on Rogue's face as she asked, "Where should I touch him?"

"You pick."

Rogue touched Scott on the face, and he instantly fell onto Jean's lap. (I think that bit may have been planned by our favourite three-eyes.)

Suddenly Rogue shouted, really loudly, "EEEEEWWWWW!!!!!"

"What? What is it?"

"I know what he was thinking!"

"That was the point, Rogue," said Jean, cradling Scott's head in her lap. (Although I think at this point shoving him off would be more fun. Also, I think that he had started to wake up, and was at this point just faking it. Gee, a man faking it. Who would have thought?)

"So," asked Kurt. "What was he thinking?"

"Just thoughts about someone he has very high opinions of," came Rogue's answer. "Now, it's my turn. I pick Colossus. Truth or dare?"

Now you must remember, folks, that this Russian behemoth was the scaredy- cat who wanted to make round one truths only. So, you can probably guess what he picked, but for the benefit of all you idiots out there, he said, "Truth."

"All right, big C, but you must agree, here and now, that you will answer THREE questions, not one."

"Agreed," he said, thinking nothing could be worse than having to drink a tank of alcohol.

"Question one: How much of you gets covered by metal?"

"Ooooh," said Pietro. "Good question!"

"All of me."

Colossus got some very strange looks from the group, and the bus driver swerved on the road, but Rogue managed to ask her next question. "Number two: Does this improve your sex life?"

"Oh!" cried Kitty. "I so did not, like, need to know that!"

"Mental image alert!"

"I can add more than one layer. Does this satisfy?" answered Colossus.

"I'll bet it does," replied Gambit.

There were howls of laughter from the passengers of the bus, as Rogue moved on to her third and final question. "Last one: Do you rust?"

"Thankfully, NO!"

This was followed by more howls of laughter.

"My turn," said Colossus. "Truth or dare, Freddy?"

"Uh. . . um. . . dare?"

"I dare you to eat what is in your pocket right now."

First, out of Freddy's pocket appeared a candy bar. "Oh! That's no fun watching him eat that!" complained Todd. "If I wanted to watch him eat a candy bar, I would have stayed at home! Keep looking!"

Next, out he pulled. . . "Not my portable TV!" cried Freddy.

"Oh, yeah!" shouted Todd. "Now this'll be interesting!"

Freddy slowly opened his mouth, and swallowed the TV. Whole.

Amanda then whispered something to Kurt, and he yelled it out to the entire group. "Freddy just had a TV dinner!"

"He did too!"

"Oh no!" cried Lance, suddenly. "Freddy doesn't own a portable TV! Wait a minute, I do! No, did! Noooooooooooo! Spit it out, Freddy! Please, for the love of all that is mutant in the world, SPIT IT OUT!" he yelled. Then he started hitting Freddy on the back.

And then the theme music for the TV show 'The Crocodile Hunter', starring Steve Irwin, came out of Freddy's mouth.

"What the?" asked Todd. But he did not say anything more, because something blue and furry came flying at him.

"I've got the blighter! Terri!" he shouted to Amanda. "Get the net!