Disclaimer: True love is the greatest thing in the world. Except for a nice
MLT, Mutton, lettuce and tomato, when the mutton is nice and lean. They're
so perky; I love that. And I'd love it if the true creators of X-men
Evolution could just look the other way if they came across my story and
didn't see a disclaimer. But, that's just the way things are.
Hope you enjoy this chapter. See you later.
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Unfortunately, in his desire to go home, Pyro had completely forgotten to stop at a print shop to make flyers advertising auditions for a muse. So, he was forced to use his own personal PC. He had just hit print when the printer sign of doom popped up on the screen. "Out of ink," Pyro yelled. " I just put a new one in 2 weeks ago; how can it be out?" He glared at the offending piece of machinery and, after picking it up, proceeded to shake it. " Give me my ink you infernal piece of machinery! You ate my ink; I know it! I just put that think in and ran off almost nothing! Cough up my ink!"
This tirade went on for a while longer before he decided to see if someone had maybe used the computer, other than himself. Checking for any new files he came across a boatload in the scanner program. An infinite amount of scanned images, which appeared to be hands, feet, and a variety of other appendages, including rather distorted faces which looked remarkably like Remy's and Piotr's.
"Gambit," Pyro yelled.
"Oui?"
"Get in here! Colossus!"
"Da?"
"You too; get your butt in here!"
The two soon entered looking incredibly guilty. "Look at this,' Pyro pointed to the screen, still flashing the ink message.
"You need a new ink cartridge," Gambit told him. " You have one don't you?"
"Of course I." Pyro thought for a moment. "Um. I think I have one. Let me check." He looked in his first desk drawer. " Lost," He cried. " Precious is lost!" He frantically rummaged through the desk, a mad gleam in his eyes.
Remy watched this with great interest; anything that could get Pyro's mind off the immediate problem was a good thing. Piotr continued to shuffle his feet, waiting for Pyro to suddenly lash out at them since the number of unopened drawers was rapidly dwindling. Just when Piotr was pretty sure he could maybe sneak away unnoticed Pyro leaped from his spot on the floor and tackled him. He didn't really tackle him; he just kind of latched on to Colossus's shoulders and torso.
"This is all your fault," John yelled. He hopped down to point at Gambit. "And it's all your fault too! You're in so much trouble!"
Colossus crossed his arms and in his best imitation of a Russian spy who has just been caught, told him, " You have no proof."
"No proof," John asked. "What do you call that?" He pointed at the saved images on the screen.
Colossus looked at Gambit and whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "You told me you destroyed all the evidence."
"Gambit did."
"And the nucle.um.ah.the, the nuked pot pie!"
"What pot pie," Gambit asked.
"You know; the one I put in the microwave last week before we decided to order out."
"Gambit has no clue as to what you are talking about."
"Good, good. Now, I thought you destroyed all the evidence," he pointed once again to the screen.
"As Gambit already told you; Gambit did that. Gambit destroyed every one of them. Gambit clicked on delete and when the computer asked if Gambit was sure Gambit said "no". They are works of art and Gambit did not really wish to destroy them but Colossus told him to." A spark of realization alighted in Gambit's brain. "Ooooh, when Gambit clicked 'no' Gambit told the computer not to delete them. So that's why they would not disappear from the screen!"
Colossus slapped his own head with his hand. "I'm surrounded by idiots. Mama told me not to leave Russia." He glared at Gambit. " Die Cajun man," he screamed as he grabbed Gambit by the throat and began to strangle him.
"Colossus, no," John cried, jumping on the Russian's back, putting an arm around his neck and proceeding to choke him. Just as Remy began to lose consciousness the Russian released him to pry Pyro from his back. Tossing John, he gasped for breath and exclaimed, " You were trying to kill me!"
"You were trying to kill Remy first! Do you know what Magneto would do if you killed one of his favorite henchmen?"
Gambit perked up at hearing this. "So you admit it," he exclaimed, " Magneto likes Gambit best!"
" I said 'one of his favorite henchmen' not 'the favorite henchman'. I don't recall speaking of you specifically.
"But, Gambit was the one in danger of death," Gambit pouted.
"You both deserve to die after using up all the ink," Pyro spat. " I don't have any ink cartridges and I refuse to take you two out of the house to get one. But.I can't leave you alone at home."
"You don't have to go anywhere," Gambit told him.
"I don't," Pyro asked. "Why?"
"Because Gambit has ink cartridges."
"Where?"
"In my room."
"In your room," Pyro asked. " Gambit, you used a pronoun! I'm so proud of you," he exclaimed as he quickly grabbed Gambit into a hug and, realizing what he was doing, let go as if he had been bitten. "Lead the way," he prompted.
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Gambit used a pronoun to talk about himself. What could possibly be next? Will Pyro find his muse? Eventually, but not in the next chapter. And will we ever find out what Colossus was talking about that led him into a discussion about pot-pies? Not likely. Until next time.see ya!
Hope you enjoy this chapter. See you later.
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Unfortunately, in his desire to go home, Pyro had completely forgotten to stop at a print shop to make flyers advertising auditions for a muse. So, he was forced to use his own personal PC. He had just hit print when the printer sign of doom popped up on the screen. "Out of ink," Pyro yelled. " I just put a new one in 2 weeks ago; how can it be out?" He glared at the offending piece of machinery and, after picking it up, proceeded to shake it. " Give me my ink you infernal piece of machinery! You ate my ink; I know it! I just put that think in and ran off almost nothing! Cough up my ink!"
This tirade went on for a while longer before he decided to see if someone had maybe used the computer, other than himself. Checking for any new files he came across a boatload in the scanner program. An infinite amount of scanned images, which appeared to be hands, feet, and a variety of other appendages, including rather distorted faces which looked remarkably like Remy's and Piotr's.
"Gambit," Pyro yelled.
"Oui?"
"Get in here! Colossus!"
"Da?"
"You too; get your butt in here!"
The two soon entered looking incredibly guilty. "Look at this,' Pyro pointed to the screen, still flashing the ink message.
"You need a new ink cartridge," Gambit told him. " You have one don't you?"
"Of course I." Pyro thought for a moment. "Um. I think I have one. Let me check." He looked in his first desk drawer. " Lost," He cried. " Precious is lost!" He frantically rummaged through the desk, a mad gleam in his eyes.
Remy watched this with great interest; anything that could get Pyro's mind off the immediate problem was a good thing. Piotr continued to shuffle his feet, waiting for Pyro to suddenly lash out at them since the number of unopened drawers was rapidly dwindling. Just when Piotr was pretty sure he could maybe sneak away unnoticed Pyro leaped from his spot on the floor and tackled him. He didn't really tackle him; he just kind of latched on to Colossus's shoulders and torso.
"This is all your fault," John yelled. He hopped down to point at Gambit. "And it's all your fault too! You're in so much trouble!"
Colossus crossed his arms and in his best imitation of a Russian spy who has just been caught, told him, " You have no proof."
"No proof," John asked. "What do you call that?" He pointed at the saved images on the screen.
Colossus looked at Gambit and whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "You told me you destroyed all the evidence."
"Gambit did."
"And the nucle.um.ah.the, the nuked pot pie!"
"What pot pie," Gambit asked.
"You know; the one I put in the microwave last week before we decided to order out."
"Gambit has no clue as to what you are talking about."
"Good, good. Now, I thought you destroyed all the evidence," he pointed once again to the screen.
"As Gambit already told you; Gambit did that. Gambit destroyed every one of them. Gambit clicked on delete and when the computer asked if Gambit was sure Gambit said "no". They are works of art and Gambit did not really wish to destroy them but Colossus told him to." A spark of realization alighted in Gambit's brain. "Ooooh, when Gambit clicked 'no' Gambit told the computer not to delete them. So that's why they would not disappear from the screen!"
Colossus slapped his own head with his hand. "I'm surrounded by idiots. Mama told me not to leave Russia." He glared at Gambit. " Die Cajun man," he screamed as he grabbed Gambit by the throat and began to strangle him.
"Colossus, no," John cried, jumping on the Russian's back, putting an arm around his neck and proceeding to choke him. Just as Remy began to lose consciousness the Russian released him to pry Pyro from his back. Tossing John, he gasped for breath and exclaimed, " You were trying to kill me!"
"You were trying to kill Remy first! Do you know what Magneto would do if you killed one of his favorite henchmen?"
Gambit perked up at hearing this. "So you admit it," he exclaimed, " Magneto likes Gambit best!"
" I said 'one of his favorite henchmen' not 'the favorite henchman'. I don't recall speaking of you specifically.
"But, Gambit was the one in danger of death," Gambit pouted.
"You both deserve to die after using up all the ink," Pyro spat. " I don't have any ink cartridges and I refuse to take you two out of the house to get one. But.I can't leave you alone at home."
"You don't have to go anywhere," Gambit told him.
"I don't," Pyro asked. "Why?"
"Because Gambit has ink cartridges."
"Where?"
"In my room."
"In your room," Pyro asked. " Gambit, you used a pronoun! I'm so proud of you," he exclaimed as he quickly grabbed Gambit into a hug and, realizing what he was doing, let go as if he had been bitten. "Lead the way," he prompted.
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Gambit used a pronoun to talk about himself. What could possibly be next? Will Pyro find his muse? Eventually, but not in the next chapter. And will we ever find out what Colossus was talking about that led him into a discussion about pot-pies? Not likely. Until next time.see ya!