Logan: *I* know where we’re goin’. Do you?

Scott: It’s called GPS.

Logan: And if that so called “technology” piece of shit malfunctions, then what would you do?

Scott: You know Logan, this is *my* car and *my* GPS and if it *were* to malfunction, I'd know exactly how to find my way back to a decent road. I’ve been teaching the school’s survival training course for longer than you’ve even been there.

Logan: I don’t need any pansy ass “training”, *points to knuckles* it’s all here.

Scott: Those claws will only get you so far… at some point you’re gonna wish that the giant cavity you call a head was filled with more than hockey stats and sex positions.

Logan: It’s filled with a lot more than that Scooter, I’ve got about 40 different ways to kill a man in this “cavity” of mine.

Scott: Again with the threats, sometimes I wish you would just follow through on one of them.

Logan: Don’t count yourself lucky yet… you just haven’t pissed me off enough. Besides, Jeannie don’t look good in black.

Scott: Riiiight, that’s the reason.

Jean (telepathically): ~They’re at it again.~

Marie: ~Really?! These earplugs you bought are fantastic! I don’t hear a thing!~

Jean: ~Well, I had to do something and getting those two to stop arguing seemed much more daunting than shelling out a few bucks.~

Marie: ~You’re telling me.~

Jean: ~Not that I’d be unethical enough to take a peek, but do you think that they fight so much because deep down they actually like each other?~

Marie: ~…~

Jean and Marie: ~Nah!~

Marie: ~Wait… then why do we keep getting them together?~

Jean: ~Eh? *shrugs* Gives fanfiction authors something to write about.~