Sharp-Dressed Mutant

‘It ain’t easy bein’ green – or slimy.’

“Hey, I ain’t slimy,” Todd protested, glaring at the modified bumper sticker in his hands.

“No, but ya are green,” Rogue countered. “Mah favorite color.” She smiled teasingly and tousled his green-tinged brown hair.

“And you’re mine, Red,” Todd replied, leaning up for a quick over-the-head kiss.

“So, now that you’ve been pranked, who are ya gonna get?” Rogue asked once their lips had disengaged.

“I have no clue,” Todd said honestly, placing the bumper sticker on a nearby table. “I’d like to get whoever sent me this one.”

“I don’t know who did,” Rogue told him.

“Neither do I – and we’ll probably never figure it out,” Todd said.

“So just get someone who’s ticked ya off lately,” Rogue suggested.

“Hmm,” Todd mused thoughtfully. “That could work.”

“Got anyone in mind?” Rogue asked.

A wicked gleam lighting his eyes, Todd said, “I know just the person…”