George Chapter Three
"That is correct." Said Jean. She had decided to cook for Magneto that day. She had brought over
pillsbury dough boy cookies and a big chicken pot-pie mix. For eating. For Magneto to eat.
Cyclops blasted her with his eyebeam. He said "I want you to leave my brother alone, Polaris."
"Skank ho." said Magneto. Magneto is down with the bitches and hos. Magneto turned his
attention to his puzzle. It was a puzzle of a cat. Named Stapler. But that is not important. It is,
actually. For that cat was actually Mystique. She was getting ready for a hot date.
"Who is your date, Mystique, aka Stapler, aka Skank ho?" Question mark. Asked Pietro.
"None of your damn busniess, yo." Said Mystique.
Cyclopes exploded.
Then Stacy tried to seduce me. It was not pleasant. I said "get away Stacy, least I beat you with
an un-brel-ah." And then I did.
"Pound it" Said Magneto. And then I did.
"His name is Eric, He is a ten year old." Sang professor Xaviours "I will kill you where you stand"
Said Eric...aka Magneto. Then knives flew into professor X's head.
"Ow." He said telepathedically.
This was when Lance decided it would be a good idea to sing a inspirational little didy. "I'm going
to watch you shine. I'm going to watch you grow. I'm going to paint the sky so you will always
know there will never be a father who loves his daughter more than I love you."
That was when Jean cried and ran to her daddy. Lance comforted her. "There there, my
daughter."
Mystique slipped out of the house disguised as Toad. This made Magneto confused because
Cyclops was still slimy. "I am Ghe-to." Magneto stated. "Pound it before I smoke you with my
bling-bling. That is of the heazy. For sheazy. I'm sleazy." And then the pole was brought out and
Magneto danced about it. He giggled and spit.
**********&%$%&^*
Mystique was finally away from that crazy house. She could hear her blood rushing through her
ears. When would she be able to leave them forever. No one knew how scared she was. How she
cried herself to sleep each night. How she wished she could make it all go away in one swift
motion of the blade. But she couldn't. There was one who excepted her, and she would not let
him down, for she loved him. More then any woman had ever loved a man before in the whole
universe. Her love for him blinded her from the on-coming traffic.
Pain. A truckload of pain. That came from the truck. Mystique awoke, fully blue, in a coma. She
saw the one. He was next to her, with his nurturing yellow eyes, full of concern, and love.
"Kurt." She said feebily. For she was feeble.
"Yes darling?" Kurt said, less feebily, for he was not feeble.
"Did you just snort?"
"It was the snort of love. A tradition from my country Switzerland." He kissed her eyebrow, which
wasn't there because Mystique does not have eyebrows. She lost them jumping out of a plane
with her brother, Gambit, leaving her parents behind. To be killed. By death. By explosion. She
lost her brother, but found him after five minutes of frantic drinking.
"I've brought you something, darling." Kurt withdrew from his pants the present.
**Warning: Lemon in next part**$
It was a lemon. It snorted. No it didn't. Lemons dont snort. They squeal. Like PIGGIES!
Mystiques eyes brimmed with tears. How long had it been since she had heard a lemon squeal?
Too long. Much too long. Ever since her husband, Wolverine, had dropped her child, Storm, into a
river and left her to die, she had not heard a lemon squeal.
"Brilliant" exclaimed Mystqiuque. As in "Mist-ki-oo-que", Mistique's twin brother. He left shortly
after and joined Hitler's army. Then he died. No one was sad. Except for Bobby Drake. They had
a brilliant love affair no one understood, least of all Bobby.
"Death by implosion, was no way for a person to die. No way at all." Said Magneto, nodding
sadly.
"My hand is a natural born poison tester." Said Scott.
*&*&*&*&*&*&
"Scott!!!" screamed Jean in the throws of passion with Duuuncan.
"Did you just call me Scott?"
"I'm sorry Duncan...I'm just confused about my feelings..." Jean said, turning away from her man
whore.
"Its ok babe...I don't mind." He said, and then got back on his horse.
"That is correct." Said Jean. She had decided to cook for Magneto that day. She had brought over
pillsbury dough boy cookies and a big chicken pot-pie mix. For eating. For Magneto to eat.
Cyclops blasted her with his eyebeam. He said "I want you to leave my brother alone, Polaris."
"Skank ho." said Magneto. Magneto is down with the bitches and hos. Magneto turned his
attention to his puzzle. It was a puzzle of a cat. Named Stapler. But that is not important. It is,
actually. For that cat was actually Mystique. She was getting ready for a hot date.
"Who is your date, Mystique, aka Stapler, aka Skank ho?" Question mark. Asked Pietro.
"None of your damn busniess, yo." Said Mystique.
Cyclopes exploded.
Then Stacy tried to seduce me. It was not pleasant. I said "get away Stacy, least I beat you with
an un-brel-ah." And then I did.
"Pound it" Said Magneto. And then I did.
"His name is Eric, He is a ten year old." Sang professor Xaviours "I will kill you where you stand"
Said Eric...aka Magneto. Then knives flew into professor X's head.
"Ow." He said telepathedically.
This was when Lance decided it would be a good idea to sing a inspirational little didy. "I'm going
to watch you shine. I'm going to watch you grow. I'm going to paint the sky so you will always
know there will never be a father who loves his daughter more than I love you."
That was when Jean cried and ran to her daddy. Lance comforted her. "There there, my
daughter."
Mystique slipped out of the house disguised as Toad. This made Magneto confused because
Cyclops was still slimy. "I am Ghe-to." Magneto stated. "Pound it before I smoke you with my
bling-bling. That is of the heazy. For sheazy. I'm sleazy." And then the pole was brought out and
Magneto danced about it. He giggled and spit.
**********&%$%&^*
Mystique was finally away from that crazy house. She could hear her blood rushing through her
ears. When would she be able to leave them forever. No one knew how scared she was. How she
cried herself to sleep each night. How she wished she could make it all go away in one swift
motion of the blade. But she couldn't. There was one who excepted her, and she would not let
him down, for she loved him. More then any woman had ever loved a man before in the whole
universe. Her love for him blinded her from the on-coming traffic.
Pain. A truckload of pain. That came from the truck. Mystique awoke, fully blue, in a coma. She
saw the one. He was next to her, with his nurturing yellow eyes, full of concern, and love.
"Kurt." She said feebily. For she was feeble.
"Yes darling?" Kurt said, less feebily, for he was not feeble.
"Did you just snort?"
"It was the snort of love. A tradition from my country Switzerland." He kissed her eyebrow, which
wasn't there because Mystique does not have eyebrows. She lost them jumping out of a plane
with her brother, Gambit, leaving her parents behind. To be killed. By death. By explosion. She
lost her brother, but found him after five minutes of frantic drinking.
"I've brought you something, darling." Kurt withdrew from his pants the present.
**Warning: Lemon in next part**$
It was a lemon. It snorted. No it didn't. Lemons dont snort. They squeal. Like PIGGIES!
Mystiques eyes brimmed with tears. How long had it been since she had heard a lemon squeal?
Too long. Much too long. Ever since her husband, Wolverine, had dropped her child, Storm, into a
river and left her to die, she had not heard a lemon squeal.
"Brilliant" exclaimed Mystqiuque. As in "Mist-ki-oo-que", Mistique's twin brother. He left shortly
after and joined Hitler's army. Then he died. No one was sad. Except for Bobby Drake. They had
a brilliant love affair no one understood, least of all Bobby.
"Death by implosion, was no way for a person to die. No way at all." Said Magneto, nodding
sadly.
"My hand is a natural born poison tester." Said Scott.
*&*&*&*&*&*&
"Scott!!!" screamed Jean in the throws of passion with Duuuncan.
"Did you just call me Scott?"
"I'm sorry Duncan...I'm just confused about my feelings..." Jean said, turning away from her man
whore.
"Its ok babe...I don't mind." He said, and then got back on his horse.