* DISCLAIMER * This is a non-profit work of fan-fiction involving characters created and owned by Marvel Comics Group. * WRITTEN BY * Samy Merchi * ARCHIVED AT * http://mash.yok.utu.fi/~samerc/fanfic/index.html * MATURE CONTENT * This story includes: Explicit violence! * STARRING * Nate "X-MAN" Grey in *********************** * A NIGHT AT JEOPARDY * *********************** *** "-- so anyway, there I was, surrounded by three dozen Amazon chicks who had less clothes on than Tigra on laundry day, and I SWEAR, one of them had THIS big --" He spread his arms out, knocking away his mug. "Whoops", he said as he watched it arc thru the air, and then crash onto the head of a bar-patron. Nate Grey slowly turned his head around as beer dripped down his face. "This is not my idea of fun", he glared at the man who had interrupted his evening. "Whoa, check out that hair, Sally!" the man shouted. "NEXT, ON SALLY JESSY RAPHAEL -- chicks who can't touch other people because of their mutant powers, and the babies who love them! Platonically, of course! Though Ah reckon there's a good deal of inbreeding goin' down there South, eh, wink wink, nudge nudge --!" POW! SOCK! WHAM! CRASH! Nate walked out of the bar over the man's groaning body. *** BRRRINNNGG! "What's goin' on? The perimeter alarms're goin' off! Can ye scan f'r intruders??" "Just a moment, Sean." Emma raised a hand to her temple. "Oh no --" *** Nate was whistling a happy tune as he was strolling down the street towards the bar where the incident had happened last night. The man leaped off a rooftop, swinging downwards using a cut power line. "KREEGAH! TARZAN BUNDOLO!" he shouted as he threw a green bundle at Nate Grey. "What -- OOMPH!" Nate wheezed as it crashed onto him and knocked him down. BLAM! BLAM! "ARRGH!" Nate cried out as his kneecaps exploded moments before the man let go of the power line and dropped into a crouch beside Nate. "Riddle me this, riddle me that, Skunk Anansie, this guy is one merc you do not want to humiliate in front of a chicks, and please-remember-to-phrase-your-answer-in-the-form-of-a-question -- oops, time's up!" BLAM! "Deadpool?" "Correctamundo! What is it, kid?" The boy stood up and wiped off some of the blood and brains that had splattered onto him. "Got a quarter for Leech to call White Queen to pick Leech up?"