Disclaimer: You know, I could insert anything here. It's not like anyone's reading it. I'm a vegetarian. I like Enya. I'd do yoga but I don't have the posture for it. So bloody sue me. Wait, that's prolly not the best comeback to put in a disclaimer, is it?

(An: Oh yep, it's time fer some good ole fashioned Jott torture. I've been putting it off too long. And of course some obligatory Logan madness. Only this time it's worse, soooo much worse then the last! Well, it'll get there, anyway. And this evil evil plot was sparked by ETA! Mwa-hahaha! And I promise, the next chapter will actually be related to the plot! There's a plot? Well, we learn something new every day, don't we, Mr. hat. As fer Clover: Ppl eating pizza? I have plans involving food, and pizza will work as well as anythin'! Pizza stuck in Jean's hair... oh that's a great image.)

=A WEEK LATER=

Scott was rather surprised to find Logan sitting in the kitchen, drinking. Well, he wasn't really surprised about the drinking part but more of the fact that he was doing it so blatantly. Usually he would wait until after everyone was asleep. He was surrounded by beer bottles. Lying in a corner was Kurt, mumbling words to a German drinking song. He too was surrounded by bottles. Scott gasped. "Kurt! Not you too!"

"Oh shut up," he slurred. "You know Scooter, I never really liked you. I went along with you 'cause yer zhe leader and I'm zhe loyal blue elf. It just zhe part I vas playing." Then Kurt blinked, appeared to forget that Scott was there, and started singing again.

"Really?" asked Scott, who was close to tears.

"Aaah shut up Scooter," mumbled Logan. "Can't ya see I'm mournin' here?"

"What are you talking about, Logan?" asked Scott, who was quite confused. He actually expected to get some answers out of Logan, and lo and behold, that's what he got!

The man looked disraught. Just then Scott noticed Rodna, his constant companion, wasn't on his shoulder anymore. He looked up at him then. His eyes were the eyes of a broken man. "First Scoot, tell me this: How did YOU feel when you found out Jean was cheatin' on ya with Duncan?"

"She's WHAT?!?"

"You mean you didn't know?!?" shrieked Kurt from the corner. He burst into hysterical, drunken laughter.

"Oh. Prob'ly shouldn'ta said that then."

"Why is that even RELEVANT?!?"

"Because Scooter.. Rodna's been cheatin' on me with that bastard, Rodney! He was in a movie once! I tried to tell her that I've been in two and there's the whole comic series centric on me, but NOOO, she doesn't want Hugh Jackman, she wants another guinea pig!!!" With that, he burst into hopeless tears.

"Uhhh..," said Scott, taking several steps backwards.

"Oh, you guys are no fun," said Kurt, grabbing the rest of the non-empty beer bottles and bamfing away.

=A LITTLE BIT LATER, ROGUE'S ROOM=

Rogue was bouncing around the room ecstatically, when she wasn't hugging Remy of course. Remy was very happy about this situation. All that bouncing... (What? That's not a fetish! If it is, all men are infected with it.) And of course the hugging was nice too.

"Isn't this AWESOME, Remy? We got a gig at the first legal mutant club in town!"

Remy blinked, coming out of his dazed state. "Yeah, chere, it great. Is dere alcohol?"

"Yep!"

"Den it's even better," he said, getting an evil glint in his eye.

"You scare me," said Kurt, who had just ported into the room.

"Augh!" shrieked Remy. "Now dat, mon ami, is somethin' I'm never goin' t'get used to. Is dat beer?"

"Yup!" said Kurt cheerfully.

Remy and Rogue both grinned. "Ok, scratch that, you both terrify me," said Kurt, releasing the beer with a shrug.

=A FEW HOURS AND QUITE A FEW MORE BEER BOTTLES LATER, THE DR=

Jean and Scott looked around themselves. "Hey," said Jean, "where's Logan?"

"He's in the kitchen, mourning some girl named 'Rodna'," replied Scott with a shrug.

"Well, if he's not here, then who's running the DR session?"

=THE CONTROL ROOM=

Up up up inside the control room Remy, Rogue, Kitty, and Kurt were laughing evilly while pressing various buttons. (Well, actually it was more drunken then evil, but hey, they were all smashed beyond belief. Give them a little credit.)

Hank, who was sitting in the corner, whimpered. Rogue had cornered him at glove-point and gotten him to explain how to do what they were doing.

"Shut up, you," said Rogue, knocking back another beer.

Hank nodded meekly. (Yes ppl, everyone's fav beast will be getting more then a passing mention in this, mwa-hahaha.)

"Good boy."

Down in the DR room, Jean and Scott squared themselves in fighting stances, as it was obvious that the session was beginning.

The room went fuzzy for a moment, and when it cleared, they were standing on a desert isle. (The kind surrouned by water, not the one in a supermarket.) They were shocked at what stepped out of the shadows. There were three kinds of.. things: Monkeys dressed like pirates, Barney and his affiliated associates, and chupacabras. (Ya'll are prolly wondering what the heck a chupacabra is. Well, basically it's a blue demon-type thing, with a large head, fangs, and bat wings. It's a Mexican thingy that eats goats, basically. But it also likes to munchy-munchy on humans.)

The chupacabras sprang at them, the pirate monkeys pulled out swords, and the Barnies and other associated affiliates began to sing. Scott felt what was left of his poor tortured brain drain away. Since Jean didn't have a brain, she felt nothing.

Then Pyro walked in, leading an army of dancing koalas made of fire. "GOOOO, MY KOALA MINIONS! BURN BURN BURRRRRRN!"

The koalas sprang at Jott.

Pyro grinned and joined the group up in the control room. "Any o' that beer left mate?"

=STILL MORE OF THE CONTINUING ADVENTURES OF SUE ANNA AND HER VARIOUS TAGALONGS=

Today, we're reporting from South Africa!

Sue Anna sighed and stretched out the kinks in her green stick. Finally! Gave those idiots the slip! Hide and seek, my arse! She was lying on a deck chair by a pool in some obscure hotel.

There was a loud thump. She twitched. Oh no.

On the other side of the door, Mesmero grinned. "This'll teach her for cheating on us!" he said cheerfully to Apocalypse.

Apocalypse nodded sagely.

Sue Anna was having a nice time ignoring the pessimistic thoughts in her head when she saw them. The ghosts.

Every Morlock that had died that day, that would be Callisto, Scaleface, Torpid, Cybelle, and Facade, were floating by her head. They began to whisper, "Doom on you. Doom on you. Doom on you.." Ect. ect. ect.

AAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

"Now she'll be nice and ripe for us sire!" said Mesmero.

"Oh goody!"

(Eh heh heh. -shrugs- So, I put some Jott torture in there. Wasn't all that much, but it was enough. Please, review! Feed my addiction! Feedback gives me life! It's much preferable to drinking your blood, non? ETA: Doesn't matter 'bout the suggestion thing. You've given me enough so I'm getting something of a plot for this! -gasps are heard- What? Lots of my stuff has a plot! ...I think, anyway.)