"An' don't be gettin' the wrong idea, I ain't just here fer fuckin'. You get on my bad side and yer gonna be seein' the business ends of my claws."

“If @EsuriitParasit ain’t careful with that tongue he might just lose it one of these days.”

"...I smell tofu." "What the shit."

"I ain't gonna lie, the last time I was kidnapped an' experimented on I kinda enjoyed it in a weird way." "Always fun gettin' stuff shoved all up in ya."

"Seein' more an' more X-Men around, it's really nice. Don't gotta worry about keepin' any new mutants safe all on my own."

"I need t' have a word with @beastlygenetics one of these days... Somethin's been feelin' a little off lately."

“I got a knack fer sniffin’ out trouble but all I smell these days is balls.” “Horny bastards.”

“Hell yeah.” And off come the pants. It’s a shame Logan doesn’t wear underwear.

“Don’t act bashful, McCoy. I seen ya peekin’ in tha showers.”

“Sure ya don’t, Blue.” He grinned, wiggling his hips slightly. What a tease.

“Think about all the times all my clothes burnt off an’ I regenerated naked. Half the X-Men have seen my meat, nothin’ weird about that.”

“Christmas aroun’ the Institute is always dour. Lots o’ students jus’ sittin’ around frettin’ about families an’ shit.”

“Merry Christmas bubs, if ya need any help openin’ yer presents I got six sharp blades.” “Adamantium’s better ‘n any pair o’ scissors.”

“If anyone’s lookin’ fer presents I still got one that ain’t been unwrapped yet.” He gestures down to his crotch.

Happy New Year, bubs. Time ta do my first wank of the year, anyone wanna lend a hand?

Nice.

It's morning. An' that means mornin' wood.

Hn. Been too long.