Darkness. Everything was buried in thick, black darkness.

"Hej, cajun, you seem ta have nothin' better to do, hand me those pins!"

"Quoi?! Okey, two questions, mon ami: w'ere da Hell are you and w'ere da pins?"

"I'm here, pins are there."

"Hand 'em yourself, den!"

"Hey...wait. Turn right and stretch yer hand. Now, great, that's my leg, so move yer palm 'bout five inches right....great, now lemme introduce ye to the one yer huggin' so tight: fifth step of the stepladder. Now turn yerself around, make about three steps and-"

"Merde! OUCH!"

"...And ye gonna trip over the coffee table."

"What did I just nocked down?"

"Ah, nothin', just a string roll an' scissors."

"Hey, but I am about to need those!"

"Don' worry, Cyke, I'll find 'em later. Gumbo, you there alive or have ye just dropped dead on the table?"

"I'm 'ere."

"Well, that's great, you got those pins?"

"Non."

A sigh. Ten sound of metal clinging on metal. A creak of the stepladder. "'Ro, darlin', you're near there, could you hand me those pins?"

"And where exactly that 'near' is, Wolverine?"

"Well....kinda further near."

"You'd make an excellent cartographer, you know that?"

A scoff with a bit of accent could be heard. "Was? Was would he make? I kant believe my ears." It seems that for some sarcasm was, is and will be a foreign language.

"Keep yer yap to yerself or I'm about to hang you on the doorframe by tail! 'Ro, you go right....wait, no. The other right."

"So where?!"

"Mein Gott they hadn't even taught him whats right and left."

Laughter.

"Oh yeah, damn funny. Like YOU never made a mistake before."

"Non. At least not like..."

"You wanna me throw that hammer in your direction, don'tcha?"

"He...you would miss!"

"Try me. I see pretty good in the dark....which is something ye really can't say 'bout yerself."

Silence.

"I have those pins!" 'Thank you, Jean.'

'You're welcome'


"Great...good to know someone's got a brain 'round here."

"Hey, I've 'eard dat!"

"That was the intension."

"Don't make me cool your heads off by myself..."

A nervous gulp, then silence again.

"Could I somehow get rid of those pins?"

"Oh, right, sorry. Three steps to the left and yer gonna bump into the stepladder."

"Not literally, I hope."

"I would never do that to ya, darlin'"

"No, you're doin' dat just to me."

"I have a reason fer that. Ah, here, thanks."

A hollow thump could be heard, followed by a silent curse.

"Who had this brilliant idea to turn the light off?! Ah'm gonna kill myself back here!"

"You know yourself, when we turn the lights back on, we'll expose ourselves to the Professor."

"Yeah, Ah know. But at least a candle would be of help."

"Well, you should have proposed that earlier. Maybe next time."

"Jean, how's the game below, anyway?"

"Professor has six pieces left, Beast has five, but one of them is a queen. Oh, and he says hello."

"Hello to him, too"

„I do the same.“

Ich auch.“

"Tell him later. I'm not an operator."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's alright, honey."

"Henpeck."

"Don't say that, Robert. Even you might get on my place one day."

"IAAaaa, Peter! You are standing on my tail!"

Izvinitje, did I hurt you?“

„Did you castrate him?“

Ein Moment, Herr LeBeau, ich schlitze Sie sogleich.

"What did he just say?"

"Trust me, Gumbo, you don' wanna know. But I'd back off as far as I could if I were ye."

"Okey, okey, backing off. Like I never..."

BANG!

„Uaargh!“

CRASH.

"Fine...what was the first and what was the second?!"

"Excuse moi, I stepped on a balloon...I guess..."

“You stinkin' swamp rat! I'll rip ye apart! Ye have any idea how startled I was?!"

"Hm, so much that you fell of the stepladder. Wait, where's your hand. Here, get up."

"Hrrrmpf."

"A simple 'thank you' would do as well."

"Oh yeah, thanks."

"Damn it!"

"What is it?"

"The chess! They called it quits. They're heading upstairs!"

"Well, we're done, aren't we?"

"Almost! Peter, hide the stepladder. Logan, clear the rubbish out of here."

"And should I collect Drake's yappin' mouth as well?"

"Sounds interesting, but won't be necessary."

“So, are we done?"

"Hopefully."

"So get in line!"

"Hey, that foot is mine!"

"Get your elbow out of my ribcage and then we might talk about my foot on yours.

"But the elbow isn't mine!"

"No, it's mine."

“I don't care whose it is, I just don't want it anywhere near my ribs!"

"Ah warn the owner of that pushy hand Ah'll arrange his face a meeting with mah fist if he won't take it back!"

"Rogue, please, calm down. We really don't need to go taking someone off the Jupiter."

"Silence now, they're close."

"Okey."

„I said silence!"

„And I said okey!“









"Hey, who's that on my six?!"

"Not me."

"Me neither."

"I'm not even close."

“And I'm even further."

„I don't care who isn't! I care who is!“

"Stop taht already!"

"Alright."

"Fine"

"Hush....it will start soon..."

"Yeah..."

....the beginning....





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