Disclaimer: Still with me, people? Well, I don't own anything except my
psychotic ness but I am happy. I got an A- on my Theatre final! Woo! In
response to reviews, Scott and Logan eh? Well, I just plain don't like Scott very much, but I do have a song for him! Logan's in this chapter a
bit and has another one coming anyway, so, yeah. I promised that this chapter would be more story, less song, so here it is! Enjoy! A Complicated
Song Part One! ~Jessica~
Saber tooth sighed, walking into the bathroom while carrying a cordless phone. He'd had a few stomach problems lately thanks to a certain mutant rival. Logan had pretended to be nice to poor Victor, but had a plan up his
sleeve the whole time, to make him suffer for well, being! Saber tooth dialed the phone, and waited a while as it rang. Scott answered, "Hello?
Xavier Institute."
"Yeah, Summers! Let me speak t'Wolverine. NOW!" Scott frowned a bit,
pulling the phone away from his ear. "Yo, Logan! It's Creed. He sounds pretty mad, what did you do?" Logan grinned, avoiding the question. "Okay Slim, keep yer pants on and give me the phone. It's my business." He took the phone. "So, My little revenge worked, did it fur ball?" He received a roar in reply, and was quite startled when Saber tooth burst out into song.
"Pizza party at your house
I went just to check it out
nineteen extra larges
what a shame
No one came"
"Uh, Creed, are you feelin' okay? I haven't known you to sing. Kill, yes, but not sing. Wow, maybe that lil' prank was too much for ya." Logan was
already a little afraid, and it takes a LOT to scare this dude!
"Just us eatin' all alone
you said, "Take the pizza home'
'No sense lettin' all this go to waste'
so then I faced"
"Pizza all day
And every day
This cheese 'round the clock
Is gettin' me blocked
And I sure don't care
For irregularity"
He debated hanging up. Saber tooth was quite off key, and it sounded more like purring than singing anyway. Ah, but then an idea struck Logan! He set down the phone a moment, and ran off as quick as he could. It took him a while to get something, but Victor waited. He'd been trying to reach Logan
for days, he wasn't giving up until he got to sing his lil' song! Logan
raced back, carrying a tape recorder. "Alright, Bub. Continue."
"Thank You." Saber tooth said, trying to remember where he'd left off.
"Tell me
Why'd you have to go and make me so constipated?
'Cause right now I'd do anything to just get my bowels evacuated"
At this point, Logan was just grossed out. "Uh, Victor. Why the hell are
you tellin' me this?! I really didn't need to know about your bowel problems, okay? I'm NOT a doctor. Tell Jean or somethin' but NOT ME!" Saber tooth cleared his throat. "I'm not finished quite yet, but almost alright?
Let me finish and I'll shut up." Wolverine sighed, and continued taping
this.
"In the bathroom ... I sit and I wait and I strain
And I sweat and I clench and I feel the pain
Oh, should I take laxatives or have my colon irrigated?
No, no no."
"There, I'm done Logan. Hello? Hello! Dammit!" He sighed, realizing he was
now talking to a dial tone. At least he'd gotten his message across.
Reaching in a drawer, Saber tooth pulled out the Ex-Lax. He smiled
contently at the box.
response to reviews, Scott and Logan eh? Well, I just plain don't like Scott very much, but I do have a song for him! Logan's in this chapter a
bit and has another one coming anyway, so, yeah. I promised that this chapter would be more story, less song, so here it is! Enjoy! A Complicated
Song Part One! ~Jessica~
Saber tooth sighed, walking into the bathroom while carrying a cordless phone. He'd had a few stomach problems lately thanks to a certain mutant rival. Logan had pretended to be nice to poor Victor, but had a plan up his
sleeve the whole time, to make him suffer for well, being! Saber tooth dialed the phone, and waited a while as it rang. Scott answered, "Hello?
Xavier Institute."
"Yeah, Summers! Let me speak t'Wolverine. NOW!" Scott frowned a bit,
pulling the phone away from his ear. "Yo, Logan! It's Creed. He sounds pretty mad, what did you do?" Logan grinned, avoiding the question. "Okay Slim, keep yer pants on and give me the phone. It's my business." He took the phone. "So, My little revenge worked, did it fur ball?" He received a roar in reply, and was quite startled when Saber tooth burst out into song.
"Pizza party at your house
I went just to check it out
nineteen extra larges
what a shame
No one came"
"Uh, Creed, are you feelin' okay? I haven't known you to sing. Kill, yes, but not sing. Wow, maybe that lil' prank was too much for ya." Logan was
already a little afraid, and it takes a LOT to scare this dude!
"Just us eatin' all alone
you said, "Take the pizza home'
'No sense lettin' all this go to waste'
so then I faced"
"Pizza all day
And every day
This cheese 'round the clock
Is gettin' me blocked
And I sure don't care
For irregularity"
He debated hanging up. Saber tooth was quite off key, and it sounded more like purring than singing anyway. Ah, but then an idea struck Logan! He set down the phone a moment, and ran off as quick as he could. It took him a while to get something, but Victor waited. He'd been trying to reach Logan
for days, he wasn't giving up until he got to sing his lil' song! Logan
raced back, carrying a tape recorder. "Alright, Bub. Continue."
"Thank You." Saber tooth said, trying to remember where he'd left off.
"Tell me
Why'd you have to go and make me so constipated?
'Cause right now I'd do anything to just get my bowels evacuated"
At this point, Logan was just grossed out. "Uh, Victor. Why the hell are
you tellin' me this?! I really didn't need to know about your bowel problems, okay? I'm NOT a doctor. Tell Jean or somethin' but NOT ME!" Saber tooth cleared his throat. "I'm not finished quite yet, but almost alright?
Let me finish and I'll shut up." Wolverine sighed, and continued taping
this.
"In the bathroom ... I sit and I wait and I strain
And I sweat and I clench and I feel the pain
Oh, should I take laxatives or have my colon irrigated?
No, no no."
"There, I'm done Logan. Hello? Hello! Dammit!" He sighed, realizing he was
now talking to a dial tone. At least he'd gotten his message across.
Reaching in a drawer, Saber tooth pulled out the Ex-Lax. He smiled
contently at the box.