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| JEAN! Magneto's on the loose! |
He's got an evil plan to magnetically manipulate the moon's
crust into a bust of Jar-Jar! |
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| Use your mutant telepathic powers to summon Wolverine and Storm
to the X-Jet! |
Can't you just say 'Call the team.' like normal people? And
after all these years, could we just take our respective mutant powers for
granted? |
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| We're not normal people,
Jean. We're mutants, cursed to protect a world that reviles us even
as it prays we can save it. Only constant readiness.... |
*Logan* *Ororo* *Scott's on a tear.* *Meet us in the Hangar bay* |
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| ...which is the cause
we're sworn to. |
We'll use X-Jet #1
out of Launch Bay #1, attack pattern Alpha. No, wait, we ran out of
Anchovies. Attack pattern Delta. |
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| Scott. Jean. I'm ready to go. |
WHOA! Storm!
You look HOT! |
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| Scott....even you
should know better than to compliment a woman that way in front of your
girlfriend. |
Storm, Professor X raised me from childhood to be completely true in my behavior and honest in my relations. |
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| Besides, my girlfriend's
a telepath. By the time the thought occurs to me, I can't get in any MORE trouble for saying it out loud. |
Nope. |
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| But tell us, Ororo,
what's up with the new look? |
Well, we wanted to
play strip poker, but the costumes were too tight to come off, so Logan
suggested... |
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| Hey! Is there
a mission or what? |
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| What's going on? |
Wolverine...uh. You
were playing poker with Storm? |
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| Oh, she told you?
Yeah, fun game. |
Wow, Logan. Usually
you're pretty good at poker. |
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| Whadda ya mean? I
won. |
