Disclaimer: "Then you'll realize it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself... constipation?"

(An: Since I kept you guys waiting so long, I decided to give you the last chappy... Serious randomness ahead...)

LATER THAT MORNING...

Kurt, Kitty, and Jubilee came down the steps to kind of an odd sight. Rogue and Remy were sitting on the couch. Not odd of itself, but considering what had been going on lately...

Kitty jabbed Kurt in the chest. "Go get the spongemonkeys," she hissed.

"Oh, shit!" Kurt cried, and bamfed.

"I was wonderin' who put those in m' room," Remy commented sleepily. "What de hell are those t'ings, anyway?"

"Spongemonkeys," Kitty explained, a big, blatantly forced smile on her face.

"Did you kill Bobby?" Jubilee asked from behind her.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Rogue asked.

"NO!"

"He's in his room... Ah think. Or he could be dead."

Jubilee dashed for the New Recruits wing.

"Y' shouldn' mess wit' de New Recruits's head," said Remy, stretching. "Dey get t' pick out de retirement home. And why, praytell," he added, turning his attention back to Kitty, "did y' feel de need to put a colony-"

"Mob."

"Mob, then, of spongemonkeys in m' room? Woulda thought de mutant cockroaches in m' apartment were enough..."

Kurt came back. "Disaster has been averted," he informed everyone.

"Tell the nice people just, like, why we put them in his room," Kitty said, jabbing him in the ribs again.

"That hurts, you know." Kitty stared at him. "All right, all right. Do you want the full explanation, or the short version?"

"Short version," Remy and Rogue chorused.

"Spongemonkeys are creepy, so we figured you'd back out into the hallway so we could drop a bag over your head," said Kurt with a shrug.

"...Y' get crazier every day," Remy said.

Kitty was apparently not paying any attention. "So you two have decided not to, like, kill each other?"

"Yeah," they replied.

"He's an idiot, but his reasons are understandable," Rogue explained, shrugging.

"THEN WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH TEN POUNDS OF GRAPES!" Kitty cried.

"...Good question. Not our problem."

"What would y' use them for, anyway?" Remy asked, eyebrow raised.

"Starting a grape war, of course," said Kurt.

"And just- never mind, I don't want t' know. Dis conversation's weird enough." With that, he walked out, Rogue following.

A FEW HOURS LATER...

Jubilee was flicking marshmallows onto Remy's face.

Said swamp rat was asleep, legs draped over the side. Whenever Jubilee managed to get one on his face, he would scratch the offended spot, to her endless amusement.

She was muffling a fit of giggles when Rogue came in, reading a book.

Jubilee hurriedly set the bag on the table.

Rogue took no notice of this. She sat down by Remy's head. Noting the marshmallows, she took one off his forehead and popped it into her mouth.

Remy rolled over, right off the couch. He sat up, blinking.

Rogue reached over for another marshmallow, engrossed in her book. Finding none, she grabbed the bag off the table.

Jubilee could contain it no longer. She slid off her chair, laughing fit to split.

Both Southerners looked up (Remy just missing the coffee table). "What's so funny?" they asked in unison.

Jubilee nearly choked at that.

Rogue picked up her book and the bag of marshmallows. "You've got marshmallows in your hair," she informed Remy, walking out.

Remy put a confused hand in his hair. He picked one out, eyebrow raised. "Where did dat come from?" he wondered aloud, following Rogue.

Rogue walked past the locker room, where Kitty and Kurt were just walking out. Both had matching evil grins.

Rogue stopped short. "Ok. What'd y'all do?"

"We used the ten pounds of grapes," Kurt clarified.

"It's simply amazing how much Scott's locker can hold. Was that brown thing in there yours?" Kitty asked Rogue.

"Yeah," Rogue admitted. "Ah was gonna put it in Remy's room, but there were these... things in there."

"Spongemonkeys," Kurt said.

"Ah feel so much bettah now that Ah know the name of the creatures that almost killed me."

"Spongemonkeys are indeed quite vicious," Remy agreed.

Then Logan came walking by. "'Scuse me, weirdoes. Good to see you aren't killing each other. Gotta get somethin' outta Scooter's locker."

All of the X-teens gasped, and then began waving their arms and shouting frantically. "NO NO NO DON'T!"

SPPPPIIIILLLAAAATTTT!

After the grape splatters and tomato paste impeding everyone's vision was removed, Logan could be seen. He was pinned to the wall by a thick mess of orange stuff, brown stuff, noodles, grapes, and something unidentifiable.

"Wow. A lotta people must really hate Scott," Kurt commented.

"Well, duh," Remy interjected. "He's got a pole up his ass and he makes us wear spandex."

"Good point."

"As soon as I figure out a way to get down, I'm going to kill you all," Logan said, utterly calm. "My claws are gunked up."

"Considering, that's a nice fact," Kurt commented.

Kitty grabbed him. "Common if you like your face!"

The group booked for the roof. "Now what?" Kurt asked.

"Now we decide who t' eat first. We're prob'bly gonna be up here a while," Remy said. "I, for one, say we eat Kurt."

"Why me!"

"'Cause it's your fault he's stuck t' de wall at all."

"I hate to say it, Kurt, but he's got a point," Kitty admitted.

Kurt sniffled. "Even my girlfriend wants to eat me!"

"Heck no, I'm a vegetarian, remember?"

"Well, then, let's eat her first," Rogue suggested. "She'd die anyway, and her perkiness will drive us all psycho anyway."

"Hey, is that Bobby and Jubes?" Kurt asked, peering over the edge.

"Y-"

There was a splut sound as all of them got covered in noodles.

"Like, EW!" Kitty cried, squeezing sauce from her hair.

"They messed up on the recipe," Kurt observed, tasting himself. "They used tomato sauce, not paste."

"De fact dat y' can tell is really, really weird. Dis was m' favorite coat, too," he added, flicking noodles off himself.

"So what do we do now? We can't go in the mansion, 'cause Logan'll totally kill us, we can't decide who to eat first, and we're covered in noodles." She picked off a note that jubililantly proclaimed, "Yes, we're dating!"

"Make out?" Remy suggested.

"That works," Rogue, Kitty, and Kurt chorused.

(And thus, we come to the end of an era. -sniffles- I hope you enjoyed it, etc. If you liked this, you might like another Romy in the works, "Swamp Rats and Lost Things and Fred, Oh My!" One of the centric characters is a jade plant. -winks- Review, I beg, even if it is just to heckle me for this lack of plot/definite romance!)