Disclaimer: Don't know, don't care. Ah the joy of teenage angsty shit.

(An: Yes, Logan, oh the joy of torturing Logan! And the joy of guinea pigs. Something completely off topic that has ta do with guinea pigs: My kindergarten class had a guinea pig, but our teacher left it behind over winter break and it froze to death. We all came back and were left to discover the corpse by ourselves. We were strange little children. -clears throat- Right. Ok, here comes my desperate ploy: Hey, EE'ers, what's the deal? I get three reviews and -poof- you're gone! The only reason this fic hasn't dried up and died is because ETA gave me a plot-extending idea! I know you're reading, since I am OMNIPENITENT AND ALL POWERFUL!! (is there an echo in here?) I-I mean since I'm the author of this fic and have the stats. Eh heh heh. As for ETA: Hmm, Rodna cheating with Rodney? That might just be a copyright infringement, but I'll get it in where I can.)

=THE NEXT DAY, THE INSTITUTE=

Rogue was P.O.'ed, to say the least. They had broken curfew all in the pursuit of something that would get them months of punishment duty if it got out, and they had gotten nothing out of it! Nothing! Well, except for the blackmail possibilities. But that wasn't what her rant was about today. Nope, it was about the fact that they had gotten lost, scarred for life, and confused in the pursuit of the X-band, but hadn't got anything done with the band.

She paced back and forth, ranting to Remy, who was sitting on her bed. (I'd show you what Remy was thinking at the time, but I'd havta censor it. Look back to the final chappy of the original and check Remy's thoughts and ye'll be on the right track. Now, here is where I'd have the Sue Anna "back and forth" line, but I don't wanna give Remy a fetish... do I?)

Ok, since I can't give Remy a fetish, I'll give you the Remy-ized rant.

What Rogue said: "Ah can't believe that idiot Evan!"

What Remy heard: "Blah blah blah blah blah Evan!"

Remy's reaction: Who's Evan again?

What Rogue said: "Where the heck are we supposed to practice now?!?"

What Remy heard: "Where the heck are we supposed to blah blah blah?!?"

Remy's reaction: I hope that last bit wasn't somethin' important.

What Rogue said: "And Logan! What the hell was up with him? Did you SEE that guinea pig he was holding? What the -beep-?!?"

What Remy heard: "Blah Logan! Blah blah hell was up with blah? Blah blah SEE blah guinea pig blah blah blah? What the -beep-?!?"

Remy's reaction: Did she just swear? I thought we weren't allowed to swear. I'll have t' look into dis. And what was with t'guinea pig bit?

What Rogue said: "Where the heck are we supposed to practice now? . . . Remy? Remy?"

What Remy heard: "Blah blah heck blah blah supposed to blah now? . . . Remy? Remy?"

Remy's reaction: Oh, I'm supposed to say something now?

"What, chere?"

"Ah said, where are we supposed to practice now?"

"Oh, right. Er... maybe we could practice in de DR room?" Remy suggested.

"And just how do ya suggest we do that? Logan runs those sessions, and he hatest the band!"

"Well, chere, it go a little like dis..."

(What, you didn't actually think I'd let you in on the Cajun's nefarious plan?)

=A FEW HOURS LATER, A DR SESSION THAT JUST HAPPENED TO INCLUDE ALL THE BAND MEMBERS=

Rogue nudged Remy as they walked in. "This was a great idea shug. Anythin' go wrong with your group?"

"Dere was a bit of a fight over who would make de gumbo, yes, but after we managed to convice de chat (An: for all you ppl out there, chat is French for cat, and cat would be Kitty. How clueless are you?) dat Cajun cookin' is best left t'Cajuns-"

"Ya threatened ta blow her up, didn't ya."

"Well, actually Remy threatened to blow up her stuffed dragon but same difference. Ot'er den dat, I t'ink it went well."

Rogue slapped him upside the head. "You're an idiot swamp rat."

"But I was de one who came up wit' dis plan!"

"You're still an idiot."

Remy sighed. "Ya live to torment me, don't ya?"

"Yep, bayou boy, learn ta live with it."

They all finished filing into the danger room (pretty big group, 'member) and lined up in front of the control.. thing. Logan was standing up there, and for some reason, he decided to crash through the window to land down in front of them. Perched on his shoulder was the still-dead-and/or-passed-out Rodna.

Remy looked around, and decided now was as good a time as ever. "NOW!" he yelled. There was a -bamf- and Kurt appeared holding a large tub of gumbo. Jamie smacked his chest and five more of him appeared. They grabbed the gumbo and picked it up. Bobby made an ice slide towards Logan while Pyro surrounded Logan with fire to keep him from moving. The Jamies put the big tub-o-gumbo on top. It slid down the ice. Pyro reluctantly put out his fires to let the gumbo (which by now was rather nasty, since it had been out all day and had lots of ingredients that tended to deteriorate with time) slide down onto Logan. Now, as I just mentioned, that stuff was smelling pretty rank by then, so Logan, with his super-senses, couldn't take it. He passed out. Kitty and Kurt bamfed up to the control room, where they changed two things: one, the standard DR session became a practice session for the band, replacing dangerous sharp things and laser beams with instruments, and two, all the holo-forms of any possible enemies became fuzzy pink bunnies, with a tie-in virus so if it was ever attempted to fix 'em, the system would crash. (Today on Tech talk!)

So now they had a place to practice and someone to torture. Oh the joy of evil plots.

=THE CONTINUING MISADVENTURES OF SUE ANNA AND HER TAGALONGS, A MINI SERIES=

Today's thing is set in a bomb shelter somewhere in Nevada.

Ha! Those idiots will never find me here!

There was a loud explosion and the door crumpled inward.

Oh no.

There was another explosion and the door seemed to implode inward.

Gottahidegottahide oh crap.Forgot I can't move by myself.

Finally, on the third explosion, the door just gave up and flew off its hinges.

"Hide and seek is just so much fun! Now it's our turn to hide! Count to fifty, my dear," Must you even ask who was speaking?

How about I kill you instead?

"Hey! Close your eyes! That's cheating!"

All the better to fry you with, my dears.

"We'll just turn you around then."

God damn it! Why don't you understand?!? I hate you! I loathe you! I wish you didn't exist!

Apocalypse ignored her protests and turned her to face the wall. "Count to fifty and then come find us!"

I hate you.

And with that Apocalypse and Mesmero skipped, yes skipped, out of the bomb shelter.

(Ah, yes, I am aware of it's shortness and non-funniness but I'm tired. Had ta get a shot at friggin six a.m. SIX A.M.! As for the bit with Sue Anna at the end, shoud I continue it, or should I drop the subject and should we back away slowly on the count of three? I leave you with THIS zany quote: "Wish I were a gobblin, gobble gobble. Would be four star tavern if me hads me way, but as you can see, me don'ts. 'Hoosegow' ring bell?")