"Listen up, Mr. Green-genes: have you ever tried bursting into action wearing a short skirt AND pants? I don't think so. Give me one of those lots. What the -- you turned on your force field?! Very mature."
"Fine. As leader, I'll sit safely behind a desk and do paperwork. I hereby delegate Brainy the task of hand-to-hand combat with Validus...without his force field belt"
"So why are you drawing, honeypuff?"
ReplyDelete"Listen up, Mr. Green-genes: have you ever tried bursting into action wearing a short skirt AND pants? I don't think so. Give me one of those lots. What the -- you turned on your force field?! Very mature."
ReplyDelete"Fine. As leader, I'll sit safely behind a desk and do paperwork. I hereby delegate Brainy the task of hand-to-hand combat with Validus...without his force field belt"
ReplyDelete"Here's where we find out if you can reach that force-field belt before I kick you in your 12th-level nuts."
ReplyDeleteCome to think of it; are we certain Saturn Girl didn't mentally plant that suggestion into Brainy's mind to get out of that job?
~~JD~~
"Agreed. Maybe if you Legion boys had better aim, we gals would volunteer to help cleaning the Clubhouse Boys' Room."
ReplyDelete"Fine. I didn't want to go anyway. No, really. Remember that whole 'super-mind-control' thing? I made him say that."
ReplyDelete"Oh yeah? Well the jerk store called... and they're too risky for YOU!"
ReplyDeleteIs it too risky for a lime-green 12th-level moron with a size eight white boot stuck up his . . .?
ReplyDelete"What's the job: a date with Element Lad?"
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