AN: Sorry it took me so long to update this. I got a little busy... Enough of that and on with the story! Thanks for the reviews!
The X-gang was starting to get hungry from the day's excitement. Several members refused to allow Remy to cook after the fiasco that morning and Pete was happy to take on the challenge. He decided to Bar-B-Que since it was easy, and would require little clean-up.
After he had placed the meat on the grill, smoke came pouring from the bottom of it. "That can't be a good thing," Pete said, backing away from it.
The grill soon blew up, sending shards of metal, charcoal, and ground beef everywhere.
"Oh! Fuck wank bugger shitting arse head and hole!" Pete exclaimed as the grill went out in a blaze of explosive glory.
An innocent lawn gnome that was next to the grill was sent flying in the explosion. Its head was severed from its body by a shard of metal from the grill. The body went through a nearby window and was skewered by one of Betsy's katanas, while the head landed near a lawn chair that happened to be holding Scott. Its eyes and scorched face were pointed in his direction. Scott looked at it, took a double-take, and then screamed.
Back at the grill, Pete stared at his creation. Gambit walked up to him shaking his head. "If y' wanted Cajun, homme, y' could'a said somet'in."
"Don't start, you rotter or I'll do the same to you," Pete said, not even bothering to look Remy in the face.
"Maybe we should call for Pizza," Jubilee said to Hank and Bobby, who were in awe at the disaster that was Warren's grill. Jubes was barely finished with her sentence when a pizza delivery car came up the drive.
"Wow," Bobby said, amazed, "That was fast."
"How'd they know?" Jubilee asked, shocked.
"Maybe he's a mutant," whispered Bobby.
"I called Dominoes twenty minutes ago," Hank stated, calmly.
"So, Pete," Bobby said, "Have you ever considered a job in catering?"
"Piss off, ya wanker," Pete replied.
"Oh, bugger!" Bobby shouted, mockingly, in a horrible British accent. "I just blew up the bloody toerag of a grill! Aren't I an arse! I'm such a binting poof!"
"That's it, Drake!" Pete said as he began to chase the Iceman.
While firing hot-knives at his victim, Pete accidentally slashed the pizza guy's tires and continued to give chase.
The pizza guy just stood and stared at the dilemma. Hank, coming to receive the pizza, yelled "Garg!" and did a classic monster pose, jokingly.
"Ahhhh!" the pizza guy screamed as he dropped the boxes of pizza and ran down the street.
Scott began to chase him. "Wait! You forgot your money!"
After a surprisingly uneventful dinner, Jean called to see how Scott was surviving. The professor had alerted her that something may have been wrong and she was growing a bit worried.
"He-llo!" Scott said in a singsong voice as he answered the phone.
"Scott? Is that you?" Jean said, finding it hard to believe that her anal husband was so happy he would answer the phone in that friendly of a tone.
"HI!" Scott shouted.
"Uh, hi," Jean replied, nervously. "Are you alright, Scott? What's been going on to get you in such a good mood?"
"I'll never tell..." Scott whispered, waving a finger in the air.
"Okay..." Jean said. "Well, since you're starting to worry me, I'm hanging up now..." I can't be married to a crazy person! Jean thought to herself as Scott began to make gurgling noises on the other end.
"Okay. Bye-bye!" Scott nearly shouted into the phone. He then slammed the receiver onto its cradle and began to grin like an idiot.
After a few moments, Scott picked up the phone cord and began to chew on it like a toddler.
"Mmmm..." He hummed as drool dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt. "Tastes just like mom's Chicken!"
AN: Ta da! More to come soon! Please don't forget to review... I'll love you forever!
The X-gang was starting to get hungry from the day's excitement. Several members refused to allow Remy to cook after the fiasco that morning and Pete was happy to take on the challenge. He decided to Bar-B-Que since it was easy, and would require little clean-up.
After he had placed the meat on the grill, smoke came pouring from the bottom of it. "That can't be a good thing," Pete said, backing away from it.
The grill soon blew up, sending shards of metal, charcoal, and ground beef everywhere.
"Oh! Fuck wank bugger shitting arse head and hole!" Pete exclaimed as the grill went out in a blaze of explosive glory.
An innocent lawn gnome that was next to the grill was sent flying in the explosion. Its head was severed from its body by a shard of metal from the grill. The body went through a nearby window and was skewered by one of Betsy's katanas, while the head landed near a lawn chair that happened to be holding Scott. Its eyes and scorched face were pointed in his direction. Scott looked at it, took a double-take, and then screamed.
Back at the grill, Pete stared at his creation. Gambit walked up to him shaking his head. "If y' wanted Cajun, homme, y' could'a said somet'in."
"Don't start, you rotter or I'll do the same to you," Pete said, not even bothering to look Remy in the face.
"Maybe we should call for Pizza," Jubilee said to Hank and Bobby, who were in awe at the disaster that was Warren's grill. Jubes was barely finished with her sentence when a pizza delivery car came up the drive.
"Wow," Bobby said, amazed, "That was fast."
"How'd they know?" Jubilee asked, shocked.
"Maybe he's a mutant," whispered Bobby.
"I called Dominoes twenty minutes ago," Hank stated, calmly.
"So, Pete," Bobby said, "Have you ever considered a job in catering?"
"Piss off, ya wanker," Pete replied.
"Oh, bugger!" Bobby shouted, mockingly, in a horrible British accent. "I just blew up the bloody toerag of a grill! Aren't I an arse! I'm such a binting poof!"
"That's it, Drake!" Pete said as he began to chase the Iceman.
While firing hot-knives at his victim, Pete accidentally slashed the pizza guy's tires and continued to give chase.
The pizza guy just stood and stared at the dilemma. Hank, coming to receive the pizza, yelled "Garg!" and did a classic monster pose, jokingly.
"Ahhhh!" the pizza guy screamed as he dropped the boxes of pizza and ran down the street.
Scott began to chase him. "Wait! You forgot your money!"
After a surprisingly uneventful dinner, Jean called to see how Scott was surviving. The professor had alerted her that something may have been wrong and she was growing a bit worried.
"He-llo!" Scott said in a singsong voice as he answered the phone.
"Scott? Is that you?" Jean said, finding it hard to believe that her anal husband was so happy he would answer the phone in that friendly of a tone.
"HI!" Scott shouted.
"Uh, hi," Jean replied, nervously. "Are you alright, Scott? What's been going on to get you in such a good mood?"
"I'll never tell..." Scott whispered, waving a finger in the air.
"Okay..." Jean said. "Well, since you're starting to worry me, I'm hanging up now..." I can't be married to a crazy person! Jean thought to herself as Scott began to make gurgling noises on the other end.
"Okay. Bye-bye!" Scott nearly shouted into the phone. He then slammed the receiver onto its cradle and began to grin like an idiot.
After a few moments, Scott picked up the phone cord and began to chew on it like a toddler.
"Mmmm..." He hummed as drool dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt. "Tastes just like mom's Chicken!"
AN: Ta da! More to come soon! Please don't forget to review... I'll love you forever!