“Damn thing hurt like hell.”

“Figured ya might be.” Claws slowly, deliberately retract. Then he smirks. “You wanna beer?”

Smart guy.

“Bein’ a dick ain’t evolution, Slim.”

Here’s the deal, we don’t wear costumes. They’re uniforms an’ the second ya pull it on yer wearin’ the X. Means ya gotta show the world yer the best’a Mutants, no matter how much they hate an’ fear ya. That’s what bein’ a damn X-Man is. So don’t ya ferget it, Bub.

“Damn kids, both of ya.”

“Just makin’ a point, Elf.”

“Hey Cap? Happy Birthday, Kid.”

“I leave fer a few months and the whole place goes to hell in a goddamn hand basket. I’mma need a beer.”

The hell did all’a ya quit actin’ like X-Men?

“Can it, Webhead. You quit hummin’ an’ I quit tryin’ ta rip yer damn guts out.”

“Cheatin’s cheatin’, don’t matter if it’s a damn fastball or a snowball.”

“Yer on, Red. Next no powers game we’ll settle this one and fer all.”

“Figure you’d learn from years of dick moves too, Bub.”

“More like 18 beers if y’ask me. Merry Christmas, Webhead.”

“Tin Man hits one lucky home run an’ yer actin’ like he’s Babe Ruth.”

“Takes one to know one, Slim. Beer later?”

“Get the feelin’ I ain’t welcome here. Figures.”

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