Well, that's new...

[xp_daytripper]

Mr Multi-Tasking himself, actually managed to burn a batch of French toast this morning at breakfast. Admittedly it was while we were both trying to unstick Meggan from her fork, the plate and the table. I swear, she ate more than I did. No wonder Nate was distracted, between the Bottomless Pit, the pregnant doctor and She Who Paints With Maple Syrup.

And now we're both un-sticky, time to go talk to the Professor.

Comments

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Like I said, hungry. Dr. Grey's been putting me through the wringer with the physical therapy routine she wrote up. I swear the woman is a closet sadist.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

So what does that say about Mr. Summers? Do we even wanna know? :)

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

I still disbelieve all those rumors. Nope, just can't picture it. Mr. Summers and girls go together like peanut butter and oven cleaner.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Man, I know you've seen what he keeps in the garage. The motorcycle alone probably gets him serious points. Between that and the constant sunglasses . . . well, okay, I can't actually picture him cashing in on the bad-boy thing, but I'm not a girl, either.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Bad boy thing. He's like the world's most dangerous Boy Scout. Loitering around the bad part of town, whittling tent pegs and starting rebellious-yet-safe campfires...

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

"Remember, kids, only you can prevent forest fires, because the Man's too busy oppressing free-spirited youth."

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Dude, no way Mr. Summers could ever be a Boy Scout. He's 1. a adult, and 2. Not fat. and all the grown up Boy Scouts I know are like, total lardasses.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

Flattering, Forge. Very flattering.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Well, really. Glasses, engineering degree, the whole "arr, busy 24-7 sleep is for the weak and mortal!" air? Yeah, how about sharing the secret of how you got THAT to work for you?

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

It would depend on your definition of 'work'.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

You know, this sounds an awful lot like speculation about things that are best not speculated about on where a certain telekinetic can see it.

Poltergeists are such awkward things.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Why would she be sad about closets?

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Sadist. One who enjoys the pain of others. Root of 'sadistic'.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Oh. Dur. Like masochist only not. Gotcha.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Dr. Grey really doesn't seem like the whips-and-black-bustier type, though. Even if she does look a little bit like the psycho chick in Goldeneye if you squint and tilt your head.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

You mean Xenia Yet-Another-Subtly-Sexual-Pun, I mean Onnatop?

I just can't picture Ms. Grey as the crazy "I kill people while having kinky sex with them" type.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

This is what I'm saying. It's like trying to picture Kitty as an airhead, or something. Just does not compute.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Notebook #3, page 97.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Cue my disturbed face.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

From my point of view, it is better than Amanda-the-stewdaress.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Nah, that one's just funny. Little packets of punk peanuts. :)

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

There is a Punk Mr. Peanut on the way to visit you.

[x-cable.livejournal.com]

Have I mentioned recently that I enjoy your sense of humor excessively at times?

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Do you want a Punk Mr. Peanut too?

Besides, what good is a power that lets me make animated characters come to life if I cannot use them to torment Jamie?

[xp_daytripper]

*blinks* No wonder you have trouble sleeping sometimes, roomie. That's just fucking wrong.

Nice corset, tho'.