
Originally Posted by
Dolemite
This is true. Oh, BTW, I finally got around to writing an ending for our fan fic (view earlier pages of this thread to refresh yourself if you don't remember where we left off in our epic tale):
Cyclops gripped the controls of the X-Jet tightly in his hands, sweat beading up on his brow. He was nervous, wondering if he was up to the challenge that lay ahead. He was healed physically, but the mental scars of his ordeal ran deep. If he was so unsure about himself, how could he face his own brother in combat? Professor X sensed his feelings and doubts, rolled over to Scott, placed a hand gently on his shoulder and quietly said, "Summers, you total pussy, did you forget that I'd know your every cowardly thought?!? Be a fucking man starting right fucking now or I'll take mental control of Beast and have him fist you right here in front of everyone." Scott, upset at this intrusion on his own personal thoughts, nontheless tried to steel himself and think positive. He remembered a time when he and Jean were happy, before the cock juggling whore had stabbed him in the back by riding Juggernaut's unstoppable penis. But this just lead to more bad feeling and before Scott knew it, Beast's huge furry blue hand was making its way up his rectum. Cyclops freaked out and crashed the X-Jet into the side of Bruce Willis' volcano hideout. The impact caused Cyclops' HIV-infected hooker eyeballs to burst, showering the surrounding 5 mile radius with AIDS. Everyone, including Apocalypse, Havok, and Burce Willis, contracted the illness and died within 6 years, but not before reforming their evil ways and doing large amounts of charity work benefitting AIDS research, including a telethon. However, most of the money was embezzled by Gambit and forwarded to an account in the Cyamen Islands where he lived happily ever after having threesomes with seriously underage native girls all day. The end.
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