Sharp-Dressed Mutant
The Bitch Is Back
‘I’m in shape. Round is a shape.’
Freddie hmmphed as he read the message on the size XXXL T-shirt.
It wasn’t his fault that his mutation made it impossible for him to lose weight. And it was really rude of Rogue to bring it up.
“I told ya – ya shouldn’t have pranked Rogue, Freddie,” Todd scolded him. “She learned revenge from the best.”
Freddie’s brow wrinkled. “Kurt?” he asked, remembering that the fuzzy blue mutant was the one who started this whole thing, and he himself had yet to be hit – though he was having fun lobbing insults at the others.
Todd shook his head chidingly. “No, Logan,” he said seriously. “Granted, the guy has a really warped sense of humor, but in addition to teaching the X-Geeks strategy tactics, he’s also taught them the value of payback.”
Freddie shivered. Wolverine was one of the scariest people he’d ever met – including Mystique! – and if he’d been giving Rogue and the others pointers on this ‘mission’…
“We’re doomed,” Freddie said fatalistically.
Todd snorted. “No, you’re doomed,” he corrected. “I’m playing it smart and siding with my girlfriend.”
Freddie grumbled, but nodded. Misery may love company, but he could understand Todd wanting to stick by his girl.
Even if she was a right bitch for sending him this shirt.