David was grinning from ear to ear as he adjusted the VR system. Mark sat across from him, already struggling to keep his composure.
"Alright, Mark," David said, trying to suppress a chuckle. "Today's mission is simple: we're making Wolverine doo-doo on the sidewalk."
Mark doubled over, laughing. "This is so immature… but also genius."
David gave him a playful wink. "Strap in, buddy."
The VR system powered on with a familiar beep, and moments later, they were transported to the X-Men mansion. They found themselves standing in the kitchen, where Wolverine was seated at the table, devouring a plate of pancakes.
David nudged Mark and whispered, "Watch this."
Sneaking closer, David pulled a bunch of moldy raspberries from thin air (because VR logic) and put a generous amount onto Wolverine's pancakes. Mark covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
Wolverine, completely oblivious, took another big bite, savoring the flavor. "Not bad today," he muttered.
After breakfast, Wolverine grabbed his keys and headed for his truck. Mark and David trailed behind him, hopping into the back seats as he started the engine.
The ride began uneventfully, but soon enough, Wolverine's stomach let out a loud, ominous growl.
Mark bit his lip, already on the verge of losing it.
Wolverine's face twisted in discomfort. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as his leg bounced nervously. "What the heck was in those pancakes?" he muttered.
His stomach rumbled again, louder this time. He grimaced, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Finally, with a pained groan, Wolverine slammed on the brakes, throwing the truck into park. He threw open the driver's side door, bolted out, and squatted right there on the sidewalk.
Mark and David leaned forward in their seats, barely able to contain their laughter as Wolverine let out a mighty scream.
SPLOOOSH!
A massive pile of manure hit the pavement with a loud splat. Wolverine sighed in relief, his face turning beet red as he realized what he'd just done—on a public sidewalk, no less.
"Oh no…" he muttered, utterly humiliated. But before he could process his embarrassment further, his head turned even redder and then exploded into whipped cream.
The VR system powered off, yanking Mark and David back to the hotel room.
For a moment, there was silence. Then Mark collapsed onto the floor, laughing so hard tears streamed down his face.
"David, I can't… I can't breathe!" he choked out between fits of laughter.
David was equally incapacitated, clutching his stomach as he wheezed. "That scream… and the whipped cream head… oh my gosh!"
Mark sat up, wiping his face. "This… this was the best one yet."
David nodded, still laughing. "Agreed. But… I think we can go even bigger next time."
Mark grinned mischievously. "Bigger than chili-flake-induced sidewalk drama? Challenge accepted."