Title: One More Reason Why Magneto Wants To Kill The Acolytes
Author: Dru
Fandom: X-Men Evolution
Pairing: None
Summary: Magneto gets a visit from the ...cue scary music IRS! Dun dun dun!
Archive: If you want it!
Rating: T
Parts: 1/1
Status: complete
Spoilers: Nope
Series/Sequel: Sequel to 'Good Help Is Hard TO Find'
Disclaimer: I do not own Magneto, the Acolytes, The X-Men or anyone no matter how much I want to!
Authors notes & Warnings: Ok so my last fic "Good Help Is Hard To Find" a reviewer said: "LMAO! Could you see him getting interrupted for taxes or something and the reason they found him were the Ebay purchases? I like it!" and well a big nasty plot bunny just jumped out and bit me! So here this fic is Magneto getting a visit from the IRS! As normal for me crazy mayhem and annoyed Mags! Pretty short.
Magneto stared at the man standing on his door step.
He closed his eyes tightly and wished the man away, hoping against hope that he'd suddenly develop a new power. He open his eyes and the man was still there looking at him.
"Tell me this is some infernal joke."
"I'm afraid not Mr... Lensherr is it? I'm Mr. Smith and You are being audited!" The man told Magneto as he scowled down at a file he was holding.
"Audited? How can I be gettingaudited?" Magneto yelled.
"We have found that you have not been paying taxes for a number of years! We found you though a transaction placed by you on the Internet shopping site 'eBay'. Now lets get down to business shall we?" The IRS agent told Magneto as he stepped into the base like he owned the place.
Magneto stared in disbelief as the man started searching for a dining room or other such room with a table and chairs.
"eBay. eBay! EBAY! They found be though that bloody eBay my idiot minions are always shopping on? One more reason why I want to kill those fools. In fact I will kill them. I swear to God I will kill them!" Magneto snarled as he stalked after the IRS man.
Smith finely settled on a room and started spreading papers out while talking. Magneto blocked out what he was saying and settled on trying to spontaneously develop telekinesis and make Smith's head explode.
It didn't happen.
"Mr. Lensherr! Are you paying attention to me?" Mr. Smith yelled sounding annoying.
Magneto blinked then scowled. "Of course I am!"
"Then what did I just say?" Smith asked narrowing his eyes at Magneto.
"Uh..." Magneto stared into space trying to take a wild guess on what Smith had been saying. He drew a complete blank.
"Mr. Lensherr! This is not a game! You owe an extremely large amount of money to the United States Government!" Smith snapped.
Magneto twitched. A thought occurred to him. Then he blinked. Then he burst out laughing.
Smith stared. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Magneto trailed off to snickers then turned towards the door and bellowed. "SABERTOOH! Get in here!"
"What? What in the world is a 'sabertooth' and why are you screaming for it?" Smith demanded.
"That is a Sabertooth." Magneto said pointing at the large hulking hairy man appearing in the door way.
"What?" Sabertooth growled.
Magneto smiled happily and pointed at Mr. Smith. "Kill!"
Sabertooth grinned evilly and pounced.
Magneto stood up and strolled out of the dining room whistling happily. "Oh boys! Pack your things, we're moving!" After a brief pause. "... After your level 20 Danger Room session!"
His grin only got wider at their disbelieving yelps of "Level 20?", and Smiths screams as Sabertooth had his fun.
The End
