George Chapter 4

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Colossus walked around, hands in his pockets, whistling a song of vegetables. "Hello honey bunny." said Mystique. Colossus shrugged. Mystique ran away, into the sewer where the Morlocks came and gave her a pretty hat made of fluff.

"Lizzie West, Dusty Turnaround." Said Scott. He was juggling a pair of chinese acrobatic twins. "Baby baby."

Beast walked up to Scott and took a big whiff. "Ew. You smell. You smell like fish." He picked a piece of wax from his ear and flicked it at a nearby gargoyle. And that is how Hudson got a yellow eye.

"We haven't been here remember?" Kitty said in a retarded voice. Rogue then pulled up her ill-fitting pantalones, and wondered why she ever thought that going to find cool-ass clothing in Logan's closet was a good idea. "We'll call it pretty." Rogue stated, and then bought her new friend Pitor some bling bling.

"For Sheazy..." Pitor stated, and then got on top of the fridge. He and Logan had been battling for some time now over the remainding post-it-note, and he wasn't about to give that up.

This was when Logan pulled out the big guns. Meaning big guns. Actual guns.

"Lauren you need to come home..." said Stoooooooooopid ass Stacy.

"we're advanced..." said Jean. Jean likes to cheat at softball games and then blame it on Bobby. She was now getting her come-up-ance. Magneto, Mystiquqe, the sissors, Gambit, as well as Remy, all where advancing apon her. Jean screamed momentarilly, and then fell. She fell into the depths of the ocean. Where she swam. And then sank, because Magneto throw a rock on her.

Killing her.

Not to the disapointment of anyone.

Except profffessor X, who needed her for pyschic love-fests.

"Pietro." Yelled Wanda, with a voice that contained much anger. Several hundred tooth fillings exploded, and my lawyer danced a jig. Wanda has that affect on people sometimes.

Pietro swished around, his delightful silver locks swaying about his face. "Yes?" He asked, with an air of self-love and confidence.

"You left your underwear in my laundry basket again." Her eyes rolled back into her head.

"So? What are you going to do about it? Smite me?" Pietro ran around Wanda too quick to see, as he struck many a fruity pose.

Wanda threw an orange and Pietro, who ate it.

Magneto burst threw the door. Then he left. It was a very pointless act.

Cain... aka the Juggernaut as i am so informed... raised his arms into the air, like a gorilla on testosterone (like you just dont care). He licked his teeth and thrust a cocoa puff into his mouth. You see, the Juggernaut is not entirely unstoppable. If he does not have his daily ammount of artificially flavored chocolate sugar-loaded grain balls, he will collapse into an unidentifible puddle on the floor.

"You want the dice, cherie?" Gambit asked, twirling the aforementioned article about his fingers like a Sigfried or a Roy. Or a Barnum or a Baily. Or a David Copperfield. Or a magical Shaman.

"No." Rogue said simply, shoving him away from her. She squinted. Gambit began to dance. An interprative dance that conveyed his message of love and peace. But, to the trained eye, it was really a dance telling the plight of the Canadian Goose in its yearly migration to the warm waters of southern Florida. For his girlfriend was Rogue: Keeper of the Geese.

"Ahew." Storm said dantily, putting a gloved hand to her nose, protecting various onlookers from the barrage of snot which eminated from her nose. Her nose that was on her face. Her nose that had two, count them two, nostrils. Her nose that contained many a various object that had been carelessly shoved up there over the years by Evan.

"Aunti O, put your hands in the air like you just dont care!" Evan said, dancing about like a trained baboon. Or a gargoyle named Lexington on a quiet night of studying.

"No, Evan." Storm quipped. Ha ha Lauren. "Your an idiot..." She said, and then went to her book club meeting with Mystique, and their good friend Emma Frost.

As soon as Emma Frost, and Storm stepped out of the maroon, grandee sized mini-van and and trotted in to Mystique's lavishly decorated apartment.

"Well Girls how did we like Harry Potter and the order of Merlin?" Asked Storm as she ate her pie, Mystique and Emma quietly feasted on fruit that was so carefully harvested by thousands of Jamies, who Mystique beat regularly to keep up his numbers.

"Save me ORORO..." Screamed Jamie from downstairs. At that point Emma closed the door to the downstairs, and laughed, the cold cold laugh of a skank-ho.

(I would like to take this moment to go over something that troubles me. Jean Grey was purchased a SUV in the show. Why does she need that? It's not like she's going to go four-wheeling any time soon...why does she need that? Professor Xavier spoils her because she's sleeping with him.)

"Me and my kind...the Brotherhood of mutants..." Said Pietro quietly to himself. He was standing infront of the bathroom mirror stroking his long locks of girlish white hair. For reasons unknown he was wearing a pair of red lacey gloves. They looked quite handsome on his delicate and boney hands.

"I will eat your soul!" Wanda growled.

"Wanda, Pietro! Tardiness will not be tolerated!" The booming voice of Magneto sounded from the adjoining room that was adjoined.

The twins entered the room, upon the sticks of broom, and sat quietly at the dinner table, where dinner was.

Magneto glared from underneath his mighty helmate. Oh Mighty Helmate, god of all gods, destroyer of all, creater of human life, bringer of intelligence, and taker-awayer of Pietro's virginity.

"Once, twice, three times a virgin." Wanda muttered under her breath, twiddling her thumbs.

"What have I told you about being tardy?" Magneto asked his spawn, his yellow eyes glowing.

"Daddy" Pietro said, pouting. "I'm sorry, but Harry Potter just called."

"Finally! I have a date to prom!" Magneto shouted, gleefull.

Bobby Drake jumped up from underneath the table, where Magneto kept him. "Say what?"

Magneto thrust the young mutant aside, into a large bowl of mashed potatoes.

"Oh. I was gonna eat those." Wanda sniffed a sad sniffy.

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"I enjoy streaching out the peach Os and pretending that they are necklaces...Don't you?" Pitor asked Remy as they sat outside. They where on a double date, or what would have been a double date, had their dates accompinied them. Remy was in the 'sad zone', and needed to be comforted.

Just then a magical thing happened.

Kurt appered with Kitty and Rogue at his side.

"Alright...alright...here we are..." he said, and Kitty aided Rogue in putting her glove back on.

"Why like aren't like we like at like the mall? You like said like we like where like going to the mall?" Kitty ...asked?

"No one said we where going to the mall..." quotation mark. It's Red. Said Kurt.

"You want a pencil cheire?"

"Uh...no."

"Alright then...Gambit...he puts the pencil back into his pocket den..."

"Nyet...I don't get it..." Said Pitor. "What is with your quotations?" Pitor questioned. "I don't get it...I don't get it..." Pitor said drunkenly.

"It's like a koala crapped a rainbow in my brain..." said Kurt, who then popped a squat.

"Pop a squat..." Rogue said, and they all sat down.

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Oh what a magical day it was. "I am old and made of metal." Said Magneto. He had several of a plastic clothespin attached to face. His face was turning red and purple.

Never let Havok into a Mexican restaurant. He will explode all the enchiladas and make the world stand on end. And that, my friend would be a sorry sight to behold. With your eyes. With your mind. With your soul.

"Caw!" Said Jean, as she turned into a bird and flew off into the wild blue yonder of Kentucky. She flew into the sun, got scorched and fell in front of Gambit's feet.

"You want this Kentucky Fried Chicken, cherie?" He asked, his eyes turning several shades of mahogan7y.

And oh what a chicken it was. Served with wild rice and a touch of garlic sause, and kiante, it was a feast a king would weep at the sight of. "Actually, yeah, ok." Said Bobby Drake. "But I have just gotten out a long and deep relationship, with my digi-destiny."

"ITS TIME TO DUEL!" Yelled Scott, as he jumped out of the bushes, branches and gummy bears in his tangled locks.

The duel lasted well into the night. Strategy met force. Good met Evil. Harry met Sally.