And Now Some Random Duncan Torture

But before we go back to the Xavier Mansion let's take a quick peek at what is going on at the home of Duncan Matthews shall we?

"I knew you weren't bright but for god's sakes boy!" Mr. Matthews snapped. He was in the living room with his son and wife. "Getting drunk and into brawls at a mall? You're acting like…like a mutant!"

"They were the ones fighting! They started it!" Duncan shouted. "Mutants beat me up!"

"You mean you were so drunk you got beat up by a scrawny little kid! That is pathetic!" Mr. Matthews snapped. "I heard all about it from the nice security officers! That kid was no mutant!"

"I'd say we were disappointed in you son but by now we've come to expect these things," Mrs. Matthews sniffed. "Always getting into fights. Lousy grades. Dating mutant bimbos. No wonder I have stress."

"Hey I had no idea Jean was a mutant," Duncan pointed out.

"This isn't about her, it's about you," Mr. Matthews snapped. "Ever since you were a junior you've been wasting your life with parties and drinking!"

"Honey you're saying like it's a bad thing," Mrs. Matthews told him.

"Sorry let me rephrase that," Mr. Matthews said. "I was hoping by now that you would have some sense of what you wanted to do with your life. When I was your age I had dreams. I had goals. What are your goals? What do you want to do with your life?"

"Well I wanted to find that out for myself in college," Duncan said. "You know join a fraternity and all that stuff."

"No seriously what do you want to do with your life?" Mr. Matthews looked at him.

"Well…" Duncan thought hard. "I always wanted to be a race car driver!"

"Okay…" Mr. Matthews put his head in his hands. "Well at least it's a step up from when you were seven and wanted to be a race car."

"I need some orange juice and vodka," Mrs. Matthews groaned. "Without the orange juice." She started to make herself a cocktail.

"All right, it's time I made an executive decision here! You have had it easy for far too long mister!" Mr. Matthews warned. "Well that is going to change from now on. You have way too much free time and too much money on your hands! First thing I am going to do is cut your allowance."

"By how much?" Duncan asked.

"All of it," Mr. Matthews said. "Next you have to get a job."

"I HAVE TO GET A JOB?" Duncan shouted. "You're kidding me?"

"No I am not," Mr. Matthews folded his arms. "I've set up an interview with a friend of mine. Mr. Brown."

"Wait isn't he the guy that runs a mining company?" Duncan asked.

"Yes you'll be starting from the bottom up. Literally," Mr. Matthews said.

"Wait a minute! You telling me I have to go work in…?" Duncan looked at him.

"The mines yes," Mr. Matthew said. "Well there isn't exactly a lot of opportunities for you anyway! I mean its not like you have spectacular grades and any athletic opportunities are non-existent anyway!"

"Hey! That's not my fault! No school will pick someone from Bayville High because of all the mutants that went there!" Duncan protested.

"More like because of all the games you lost!" Mr. Matthews snapped. "And it's a waste of money to send you to college! The dog would get better grades than you!"

"I am not going to spend my life underground in a dirty mine hocking up soot!" Duncan snapped.

"Well you're going to have to do something because right after graduation you are moving out of this house!" Mr. Matthews snapped.

"YOU'RE KICKING ME OUT OF MY HOME?" Duncan shouted.

"Technically this is my home," Mr. Matthews said. "I paid for it and everything. You've just been living here free of room and board."

"Mo-om?" Duncan pleaded.

"Don't mom me. It's time you learned some responsibility," Mrs. Matthews said as she sipped her cocktail ignoring the fact that the clock displayed that it was 10 am in the morning.

"And it's time your bedroom was converted into a pool room," Mr. Matthews said.

"With a bar," Mrs. Matthews pointed out.

"Of course dear," Mr. Matthews smiled warmly. "It will be our room."

"It will be wonderful wouldn't it?" She sighed happily.

"I do not believe this!" Duncan shouted. "I am not going to be a miner! No way! No how!"

"Well there's always that job opening with Mr. Frizzle," Mrs. Matthews said. "He runs charming little boutique downtown."

"The shop where everyone has to wear pink and all the fat old ladies come in?" Duncan winced.

"That's the one," Mrs. Matthews said. "They need someone to take care of the old ladies' dogs while they shop. Oh and give them pedicures too."

"What time's the meeting with Mr. Brown?" Duncan asked his father.

Well that explains why Duncan ends up working in a mine doesn't it? Next up, fun with Pietro and he gets to torture someone else who deserves it! Tee hee!