“Logan, please…”
“Why don’t you ask Scott?”
“We already tried, but the it was too big.”
“Uh… In case you haven’t noticed, Scott’s quite a bit taller than I.”
“It wasn’t the length. It was the width.”
“Something wrong with my bod? You sure haven’t complained before…”
“What do you mean ‘before’?”
“You think I haven’t noticed how you and Jubilee start giggling and blushing when I walk in to the gym?”
“Uh… We’re getting bit sidetracked here! So, what’s it going to be?”
“No.”
“Come on, Logan! Be a man!”
“I am. And that doesn’t involve pink costumes…”
“It’s mostly white.”
“Fine. And I don’t fucking care if it was painted neon red with blue stripes on it. I’m not wearing it.”
“Please…”
“Stop batting your lashes. I’m not going to do it.”
“Fine. I’ll go and ask Pjotr instead. He’s wide enough. It would probably have been too big for you anyway…”
“Too big?”
“Yes. So you don’t have to worry anymore. I’ll go and ask help from a real man…”
“Fuck this. Where is that fucking costume?”



“I’m sure we could have waited for few minutes until you could change your clothes…”
“What’s wrong, Cyke?”
“You do realize that costume was for kids. Not for you to parade around and kick Sabretooth’s ass.”
“Heh. I bet Vic’s never gotten his ass kicked by an Easter bunny before…”
“I have to admit it was quite entertaining. Especially the part where he wet his pants when you let out your claws.”
“Oh, like this?”
“Logan, put those away. Now they look plain weird.”
“Who are you calling weird, one-eye?”
“Nobody. I just said…”
“You said that my claws look weird. Do I go around telling people that your visor is creepy? Huh?”
“Well, actually you do…”
“That’s not the point!”
“Just forget it, okay?”
“Forget it?”
“Yes, bunny-boy. Forget it. You have hangar full of kids waiting for your return and ACK!”
“Nobody calls Wolverine bunny-boy and lives to tell the tale!”
“Logan… You’re… You’re strangling me…”
“Damn sure I am…”
“Can… you fly?”
“What kind of a fucking question is that? That’s what we have this piece of junk for!”
“Piece of… Junk… And only… thing keeping it… up in… the sky is… me…”
“Fuck. Excuses, excuses… Fine. You’re off the hook. For now.”