The fearless hunter crouched low to the ground, slowly stalking his prey. He listened at the door of Sabretooth's room, listening to the overgrown ball of fluff with fangs and claws get ready to retire for the night.
"Come on Baby, that's it, you can do it, almost there… Oh yeah, come on, come on! Don't stop now! Go! Go! Go!"
Mystique walked down the hallway, wiping the flavor of Magneto from her lips. She paused briefly in stride when she saw Toad. "You're sick."
The frogman froze. Maybe… If I don't move… she won't see me!
"I can see you. You haven't gone anywhere."
Hysterically, Toad screamed "NO YOU CAN'T!!!!!!!" Then he remembered where he was. "Oh shi…-taki Mushrooms." The door opened and Sabretooth appeared.
"What are you doing here?" He growled.
"I… uh… um… well….," Mortimer stammered, slowly rising.
Mystique barked a harsh laugh. "Trust me, Sabe. You don't wanna know." With that, she continued walking.
Sabretooth glared at the slightly mentally-impaired fighter crouching before him. "Come in here, Toad. I'd like to talk to you."
"Um, well, see, I was watching a movie so I can't but-,"
"Great," the beast interrupted, picking the smaller man by his collar and physically moving him inside the bedroom, "I'm thought you'd see it my way."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The door slammed shut in the corridor, the last glimpse of a person was Toad's kicking legs. This Klondike bar had better be worth it!