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Next day 10:00am professor Xavier's office

In the well lit room, for a stormy day, Xavier was talking to Ororo, or more commonly know as Storm.

"So, Storm you knew Remy since he was seven years old. Tell me how did you meet him?"

"Well…" Storm laughed remembering that night, "In New Orleans, one night it was foggy and I was on my way home. When I got home there were six boys there and one of them had red eyes stuffing some money into his pockets. They were upstairs in my bedroom and one of them tried to make a jump for it, but the tallest of the lot stopped him. I told them I wouldn't call the police and I introduced myself and I gave them milk and cookies. They told me their names, which were Theo, Eti, Emil, Lapin, Henri and Remy. They tried to steal a lot until I sent them on a guilt trip, but I'm sure they stole at least 20." Storm laughed again. "One wasn't discrete enough stuffing his pants. And after that meeting, they keep coming back for visits, until, of course, I came to you."

"Did their family know about this?"

"Yes, their Tante Mattie, who I'm friends with, wasn't happy when she found out they tried to rob me. They ended up getting chased by a frying pan"

Meanwhile in the med bay

"Your cousin Lapin tried to jump out of the window?" Rogue asked laughing her head off.

"Yeah, but sadly enough Henri stopped him, by pulling his pants down."

"Does your family have anyone who think things through?"

"Non, but the woman who we were robbing was Stormy and then we end being friends with her and my Tante Mattie was already friends wit her. But when she found out we robbed her she chased us 'ound de' ouse wit' a fryin' pan."

"When was the last time she chased you lot with a fryin' pan." Rogue was laughing her head off.

"Err, trios mois, m', m' brother and m' cousins went to England and never told anyone. Blame de airport they shouldn't let drunks on to a 

flight. But we 'ad fun. dere are also people who do de strangest tings over there."

"Like what?"

"Insult their amis and stay amis, people go round asking people were do de Dutch come from, and we learned there is no place called Dutchland."

"Don't they come from Holland?"

"So dat's where dey come from."

"They didn't tell ya."

"Non, but England ain't so much de land of good manners. Dey got gangsters, hooded type people with baseball caps and sometimes people called chavs, who always seem to get into trouble"

"So the myth about England of the land of good manners is false."

"Oui! Dey don' seem to like de French either which we learnt the hard way…"