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Now, having skipped this part, on with the story . . . .
P.P.S. Huge apologies and general kowtowing to Tim Mueggenberg
and his story 'Scoundrel' from whom I got the idea of an ancestor
being able to tell a descendant what he must do in the future.
P.P.S. Even larger apologies to the few, the proud, the misguided
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"And in further news . . . ." The sound of paper
being shuffled came over the radio, "Notorious Mutant
Schizophrenic, David Haller, has regained consciousness and
escaped from the sanatorium in which he was recuperating.
The public are advised not to confront him directly and to
consider him dangerous."
Clicking the radio off, the Professor sank back into his
armchair. His son. Awake. After all these years. He sighed,
thinking of the boy about whom he had only recently found
out. The boy whom he only ever met on the battlefield. A knock
sounded on his office door and he pushed his personal problems
to the back of his mind.
The door slowly opened and, with the silent ease of a panther,
Gambit stepped into the room.
Xavier was surprised to see him, as he had never sought the
professor's advice and tended to almost avoid the older man.
"Remy? Take a seat."
The newest X-Man pulled out a chair and sat uncomfortably
"Cyclops told me you went away recently. It's good to
see that you decided to return."
"Oui, sir. Just had t'go home f'r a little while t'settle
some unfinished business."
Xavier nodded, knowing by the look on Gambit's face that
he should ask no further.
"So. Why have you come to see me on this fine evening?"
"I need t'talk t'ya bout somet'ing . . . somet'ing
important. . . ." He trailed off.
"Rogue?" Xavier prompted.
"Non." Gambit shook his head, "I need y'help."
"I am more than willing to help any of my students with
"Non, dis ain't a problem." He grinned, "Least
I hope not."
"Ma tante said . . . she said dat I might have more
powers dan I t'ought at first." He smiled apologetically.
Xavier returned his smile, "I have long suspected that
you had latent telepathic abilities. I also had hoped that
you too would come to that realisation and ask my help.
Perhaps you would like to try a small test to see if my suspicions
are not unfounded?"
"Sure." He shrugged. "Ain't got not'ing t'lose
"See this pen?" Xavier held up a silver ballpoint.
"Concentrate your mind upon it. Feel the energy lying
dormant within you. Extend that psionic energy in an arm and
grasp the pen, then lift it."
He placed the pen upon the tabletop. Gambit's forehead creased
in concentration and his eyes glowed slightly. Perspiration
formed on his face from the effort. The pen slowly lifted
a few inches into the air and hovered there.
Xavier smiled in satisfaction.
"Excellent. Now gently replace it on the table."
The pen lowered slowly, falling the final inch with a clatter.
"You have definite potential. Some of my earlier students
. . . battled with that particular test." He rubbed a
finger beneath his chin thoughtfully, "Let us see if
your telepathy is as promising as your psychokinetic skills."
"Try reading my mind."
Effortlessly, Xavier brought a recent memory to the front
of his consciousness. A simple, happy one of a picnic with
his students. He felt his mind being probed with delicacy
and subtlety, like a thief picking a lock. Gambit frowned
"Dere be a picnic at de front o' y'mind but dat ain't
what y'really t'inking of. It be a mask f'r other t'oughts."
Surprise filled Xavier's face.
"What am I *really* thinking of, Remy?"
"Y't'oughts are of a boy. . . David . . . David Haller.
He's close t'you. A son, peut-etre? He's sick but it ain't
dat you're worried bout, it's his getting better and
what will happen when he does...."
"That's quite enough." Xavier said, a little more
sharply than he intended.
"Sorry, sir. Didn't mean t'pry."
"It isn't your fault. In fact, your ability to probe
beyond the memory I wished you to see shows you to be a much
higher level telepath than I first thought." Xavier regained
his composure, "We should stop now anyway. I don't wish
to tire you out on your very first lesson with me."
"I'm sorry. I'm afraid that a mission awaits the team."
"Cyclops will brief you."
Xavier nodded, "My pleasure."
Gambit stood, closing the door behind him as he left. Only
when the sound of his footsteps grew faint, Xavier rested
his throbbing head against the cool wood of the desk and pondered
the integrity of sending his X-Men after his own son.
"Acknowledged." The electronically-synthesised
voice replied, "Please identify."
"Voice analysis complete. Identity confirmed. What is
your request, Mr Summers?"
"Computer: Replay Video Log, number 95-10-2-815."
"Acknowledged. Playback commences in 5 . . . 4 . . .
3 . . . 2 . . .1. . ."
The screen flashed into life, showing a slender figure wearing
a black cloak. Her silver eyes gleamed from within the darkness
that surrounded her.
"I am an ally in an enemy camp; I am also a precognitive.
Recently, my visions have shown me a young man, David Haller,
who I believe represents the greatest threat to mankind's
continued existence since the development of the atomic bomb.
He believes that he is helping Xavier to acheive his dream,
but the means by which he chooses to accomplish it are a perversion
of everything for which Xavier stands. If he is not stopped,
his actions will lead to the end of reality. The end of all
The video stopped abruptly and the screen went black. Cyclops
stood and cleared his throat, breaking the silence which had
fallen over the remainder of the team.
"This message came in this morning on a scrambled communications
channel. We can't determine its origin but we also can't ignore
the warning which it gives. Unless Haller is stopped, it will
mean the end of the entire multiverse in which we live."
"You then believe this . . . ally?" Storm asked.
Cyclops nodded, "The fact that she knows of Haller's
connection to Xavier is enough to persuade me of her validity."
"This Haller?" Wolverine said, "We've tangled
"Big surprise." Rogue whispered to Gambit, "That
boy's tangled with everyone at least once."
"Except he didn't call himself David then. . . ."
Wolverine continued, "Kid said his name was Jamall."
"David Haller is a schizophrenic with a healthy dash
of MPD on the side." Beast explained, "What makes
this case extraordinary is that each of his personalities
exhibits a separate psionic power."
"Hence the name Legion." Jean interjected.
"From de ol' quotation, my name is Legion f'r
we are many wit'in dis man?'" Gambit asked.
"Yeah." Rogue nodded, "Didn't know you read
th' Good Book much, Remy?"
"Can't grow up in N'Awlins without goin' t'Mass once
or twice in y'life, chere."
"Presently Legion is something of a misnomer,"
Storm said, "His mind seems to have healed itself, become
one. Whether this has made him more - or less - powerful remains
to be seen."
"Bummer." Iceman joked, "He'll have to find
himself a new codename now."
"Bobby, this is no time for clowning around." Cyclops
reprimanded, "I have formulated a strategy which I believe
will work. Storm, Jean, Iceman and Wolverine will go to Israel
to try and dissuade Haller from his mission. . . ."
"An' th' rest o' us?" Rogue interrupted.
"Will stay here." He glared at her, "We cannot
kid ourselves. Anti-mutant sentiment is at an all-time high.
Mob justice and lynchings are being executed on a daily basis
and Haller's actions can only serve to exacerbate an already
volatile situation. The remainder of us will be acting as
damage control, serving to minimize the public outcry towards
mutants; succintly, to clean up the mess that will be created
by his actions."
"Great. Jus' what I wanted t'be when I grew up: a janitor."
Gambit muttered, "Me, de Prince o' T'ieves, a common
Cyclops ignored the comment, "Storm, you will lead the
away team. I'll be in charge of the team at home."
"Certainly." The weather-goddess grimaced, "Unfortunately,
I cannot say that it is my pleasure to do so."
"I understand, Ororo." Cyclops nodded, "It
won't be easy for any of us. It may mean going against every
belief for which we have ever stood."
"We ain't got the luxury of being noble. If we have
the chance of taking Legion down in any way, we've gotta take
it - even if it does compromise a principle or two."
Wolverine broke in.
"Logan is correct." Storm sadly said, "The
problem which we face goes beyond stopping a villian; beyond
fighting for an ideal; beyond good and evil. If we fail, it
may very well mean the destruction of the reality in which
we live. . . ."
I cannot tell you when it began. When I was broken and when
I was healed. It may have begun when I was ten and my father
- step-father - was killed before my eyes. A hidden part of
me awoke then and I killed them. Incinerated their minds in
a burst of energy. I remembered bonding with them as they
died; dying eleven deaths of my own. It was then that my friends
appeared. Cyndi, Jack and Jamall. They promised they'd protect
me; that they'd take my place when I was scared or hurting.
"Hey David. Don't worry. We'll make everything alright
again." They said when we first met inside my mind. They
did. Eventually I became too scared and too hurt to face the
world on my own. I hid behind my friends and my mind closed
in on itself. The doctors said it was a catatonic state resulting
from schizophrenia; I called it a psychic bandaid.
When I woke up, I found that my friends had been left behind
but that they'd given me their gifts: pyrokinesis, psychokinesis,
telepathy and, a new one on me, time-travel.
The last one was my favorite. I used to run time through
my fingers like sand. Hours, days, weeks, years, past, future.
I was *there*. I could alter events and the repercussions
would affect future generations. I was giddy with power. Never
heeded Acton's famous aphorism: Power corrupts, absolute
power corrupts absolutely.' I always felt that it was what
you did with power that counted. Me, I wanted to use my power
for good; to help my father as I had been unable to do with
Daniel Shomron, my step-father. I wanted to give Xavier his
dream . . . .
The sand blew across the Negev Desert. The night was cold
in constrast to the stifling heat of the day. The lone figure,
who was walking across the dunes, paused momentarily to shake
the sand out of his garments. It would have been easier to
simply create a telekinetic sheath around himself and protect
himself from the elements in that way; but he rested, conserving
his energy for the task ahead. The desert was the perfect
place to complete his destiny. Deserted. Lonely. Harsh. No-one
would ever think of looking for him there, except . . . .
Haller smiled slightly as he recognised the mindprints of
some of his father's students. His X-Men. It was fitting that
they should be there to witness the beginning of the new age.
To recognise his role in its inception. An unnatural silence
settled across the landscape as even the wind stopped blowing.
"So, you have come to join in the celebrations?"
"No. We are here to stop you." The woman's white
hair marked her as a mutant.
"Surely you of all people recognise the need to eliminate
Magneto. That to acheive my father's dream, he must be destroyed."
"Death is never a solution. Xavier believes in that
- as do we."
"Xavier realises what must be done, but is too weak
to do it." Haller countered.
"And you are strong enough to? Strong enough to take
a man's life?"
"If I have to."
"I am afraid that we cannot permit that." Storm
" Ro here asks nicely, but you don't got a choice."
Claws emerged from the man's hands. "We're prepared to
take you down. By any means necessary."
"So you would kill me to prevent Magneto's death?"
Haller sounded amused. "How hypocritical. How presumptuous.
"We are not here to kill you. Rather to persuade you
of the error of your ways." Jean interjected.
"I'm afraid that you're the ones who are wrong."
David shrugged, "This is the only way."
"So, you ain't gonna go easy." Wolverine grinned,
"I like a kid with spunk. Too bad I gotta knock it out
David lifted a hand, throwing a bolt of pure psionic energy
at Wolverine. It hit him in the sternum, knocking him to his
"You now see the power of the new, whole me. I can do
that to any of you without so much as blinking an eye."
"Remind me of that *after* I've put you on ice."
An ice-sheath formed around Haller; wrapping itself snugly
to his body; dropping his body temperature; freezing his blood
in his veins; inducing hypothermia.
"Good try." His breath misted into smoke as he
spoke. "But what's the use of ice against a pyrokinetic?"
Flames flared out from him, turning the sheath into so much
water. With a twisted smile, Haller shifted his attention
to Iceman, forming a ball of fire between two hands. Wolverine
sprang onto him in a fluid motion and pinned his arms by his
"Now, Storm! Hit him with everything you've got."
Lightning crackled in the air, then fizzled in a shower of
sparks as it hit Haller's telekinetic shield.
"Is that all you have?" He flung Wolverine to one
side, "Because I haven't even begun to play yet."
"What do you mean?" Jean asked, fear in her blue
"Let's dispense with the foreplay, shall we?" He
leered, "It's time to see if my powers are truly of the
standard that I believe them to be. I will travel back in
time to the moment before my father and Magneto became what
they are today. By killing Magnus there, I will alter time.
The future. Make it better and brighter for all."
"You're insane." Jean gasped. "Sweet lord,
"I am very much sane." Annoyance registered on
his face. "I am far more sane than I have ever been before."
"I hoped it wouldn't have to come down to this."
She said, "But I will stop you. No matter what."
An aura of psionic energy flared from her mind, attacking
Haller. Bringing up forgotten sorrows. Old pain. Festering
wounds. Surprisingly enough, Haller smiled.
"Xavier has taught you well, Jean. But I am far, far
better than you could ever hope to be."
Jean's scream tore through the quiet landscape.
"Jeannie?" Wolverine snarled, "What have you
done to her?"
"Turned her mind-probe against herself. Let her taste
my anguish, my suffering."
"I'll get you for that . . . ." he growled.
"I'm afraid that we've wasted enough time here."
Haller said, "It is time that I complete my father's
dream. Begin the end."
He paused, considering something.
"I am not completely unfair. I will give you the opportunity
of seeing Xavier's dream fulfilled. Of being there at the
moment when the world was made better. After all, who better
to witness it's inception than those who have fought so long
and hard for it?"
Energy flashed over the Negev Desert in a dazzling display
of power, leaving in its wake a silent and empty landscape.
Empty but for a lone figure. Jean Grey.
Gunfire rattled throughout the building. Bodies fell. Screams.
Still, the fighting continued.
Increasing in ferocity as tensions between the sides grew.
An explosion tore through the walls as if they were made of
cardboard. . . .
"Change th' channel, sugah. We get enough o' this every
day." Rogue leaned back against the couch.
Gambit clicked the remote in annoyance.
"Oui. De most volatile' situation dat's been all
day is when we ran out o' popcorn."
"My dear M'sieu leBeau, that was a crisis of most epic
proportions." Beast laughed, "Fortunately the handy
Minimart down the road saved the day once more."
"Pass th' nachos, please."
"Dey're finished, chere." Gambit grinned, "Should
know, I ate de last one."
"Here." Beast handed her the bowl.
"Hank?" Rogue paused in the process of putting
a handful in her mouth, "Have you been eatin' this with
your toes again?"
Beast faked a look of innocence, "Would I do something
so generally disgusting, repulsive and unhygenic? And me a
doctor to boot!"
"Great." Rogue dropped the kernels back in the
bowl. "What videos did y'all get?"
"Two testaments to Hollywood greatness." Beast
replied, "Pocahontas and Ace Ventura: When
Nature Calls. Carrey's performance is superlative by anyone's
"Hank." Rogue laughed, "Next time let me choose
th' videos, okay?"
"And sit through Gone with the Wind for
the googleth time? As my buddy Thor would answer: I say thee
"I don' mind." Gambit grinned, "I like pushy
women wit' Southern accents."
"An' here Ah thought you liked them slightly homicidal."
Despite the flippant tone of her words, the undercurrent
of hurt remained evident.
"Rogue . . . ."
"Forget it." She smiled wryly, "Ah guess Ah'm
still a bit shook up over th' Belle incident."
"I woulda told you." Gambit said, "Jus' didn't
"Ah said don't worry bout it."
"Mebbe I shoulda tried: you're lookin' lovely t'night,
Rogue; an', by de way, I used t'be married but she died."
"Might o' worked." Rogue wrapped her arms around
"Dead wives? Skeletons in the closet? Twisted schemes?"
Beast laughed, "When did I end up the biggest and bluest
cast-member of Days of our Lives? Much as I hate to
spoil the fun, we should begin our foray into fine films forthwith.
So much to watch and..."
"Way too much time?" Gambit interrupted.
"Indubitably." Beast slid a cassette into the VCR
and pressed the play button. "Enjoy!"
"I'm afraid that that will have to wait until later."
Cyclops said, walking into the room. "I have received
a very disturbing communication from Jean."
He turned towards the television.
"Computer? This is Scott Summers. End broadcast and
replay last logged message."
Jean's face appeared on the video-screen. Her red hair was
windblown and tangled and her face, scratched by the grains
of sand, was terrified.
"Scott. They've . . . they've disappeared. Ororo, Bobby,
Logan - they've all disappeared. God knows where. We've failed.
Couldn't stop Legion. . . far . . . more powerful than we
first imagined. Heaven help us all. We've failed." Tears
spilled down her cheeks. "Nothing more we can do, except
watch and wait as the end of the world comes. As reality fractures."
The transmission broke up into static, an incongrous note
in the quiet of the room; as somber as any grave.
"Mah lawd." Rogue whispered, "It really is
Beast nodded slowly. "If you will excuse me, I need.
. .need to speak with Tish. She must be warned of the impending
He stood and walked out of the room, closing the door as
"You're excused." Cyclops said mechanically.
He looked at the two young mutants before him; at the fear
and desperation in their eyes, reflected in his own heart.
He wanted to reassure them but he couldn't, any more than
he could reassure himself.
"I'm flying to Israel in a few minutes to be with Jean.
These could be my last few hours and I don't want to spend
them alone." Cyclops hesitated."I just want to say
that . . . that I was wrong."
"About what, Scott?" Rogue asked.
"About both of you." He looked her in the eyes,
"I misjudged you. I thought you were out to destroy everything
that I'd - we'd - worked for; when really you believed in
the exact same things that I did. I've been meaning to say
this for some while, but it looks like this might be my last
and only chance. I'm sorry."
"It's fine." She hugged him, "Go be with Jean.
She needs you more than we do."
Cyclops nodded and walked off in the direction of the hangar.
"An' don' worry, fearless leader, we'll lock up after
ya. Wouldn't want de four horsemen breakin' in or anyt'ing."
Gambit called after his retreating figure.
"Th' whole world's gonna end an' you're makin' jokes?"
Rogue said sharply, "Can't you evah be serious about
"Y'be right, Rogue." He looked at the floor, "It
jus' seems so impossible dat t'morrow ain't gonna come."
"But it ain't." She sat next to him, resting her
head against his shoulder. "It ain't."
"Ever wonder what comes after dis, chere?"
"Ah don't want ta spend mah last few minutes thinkin'
bout what's going ta happen ta us once we die. Ah want ta
enjoy what we have right here an' now. Ah love you an' it
ain't fair that it's all gonna end so soon. Not now that Ah'm
only beginnin' ta realise how much."
"Den maybe it's time dat I *showed* you how much I love
you, chere, instead o' telling you."
"Remy? Ah . . ."
"Shh . . . no more talkin'." He grinned cockily,
"Dis could be our last kiss, y'know."
"Our first an' last kiss." She corrected.
"Helluva way t'end de world."
His lips met hers, fear and pain subsiding as they touched;
the world drifting away into crystal infinity....
The crystal stone sparkled in the moonlight as Charles Xavier
turned it over in the palm of his hands.
"It's beautiful." His best friend commented, "When
will you get the courage to propose to Gabby?"
Xavier laughed, "I'll ask her today."
"That's what you've said for the past week."
"I know, Erik." He grinned, "I just can't
help wondering about the propriety of it all. Is it really
ethical for a doctor to marry his patient?"
"Does it matter?"
"Then ask her." Erik Lehnsherr smiled sadly, "I
know from experience that love is too precious to let go for
ethics or propriety."
"Have you had any word about Magda?" Xavier's voice
"None." He bowed his head, "She might as well
"No, *I* am sorry, for clouding a joyous occasion such
as this with my own sorrows."
"You needn't apologise to me." Xavier clapped a
hand upon Lehnsherr's shoulder. "What else are friends
"To celebrate your last night as a free man with, of
course!" Erik smiled, "I know of an excellent bar
a few blocks from here. We can drink to Gabrielle' and your
"I m afraid that you should save those toasts
for yourself." An unfamiliar voice from behind them said,
"You will need them once I am finished with you."
"Who -- ?" Erik Lehnsherr spun around angrily.
A smile spread, like an oil slick, across the face of the
young man who had spoken.
"Names aren't important. It is what I have come to do
"What do you want, boy?" He replied, "My patience
is wearing thin with these riddles."
"I am here on a noble mission." The stranger's
eyes gleamed, "A mission to show my father how much I
love him. I come under the banner of harmony and union between
two diverse species."
"What are talking about? Are you insane?"
"The world I come from is a terrible place and the blame
is incumbent upon your shoulders." He smiled, "But
what if you had never been around to taint the dream with
your own twisted vision? What if instead of conflict, there
had been cooperation? Would my world not have been different,
"You condemn me for something I have not yet done?"
Erik was incredulous, "Is this your dream, your justice?"
"Your death will prevent those of countless others in
my time. To sacrifice one man for future thousands is logical."
" Logical is not necessarily analogous to right."
"I have learnt there is no absolute wrong or right."
"There is always a difference."
"You say that now." His face twisted, "But
you don't believe it. One day, you will become the greatest
villian that mankind has ever known. I have been given an
opportunity to stop you and I will seize it. Goodbye, Erik
Psionic energy formed in a blade at his fingertips, phosphorescent
in the night air.
"ERIK!" Xavier screamed and flung himself in the
path of the beam.
It struck him square in the chest, killing him on contact.
Stupified, Haller looked at his corpse before the enormity
of what had happened began to register.
"No . . . FATHER!" Haller yelled, "You're
. . . dead . . . ."
"Hurry! Maybe we can still stop him."
Footsteps came thundering up the street and the three
time displaced X-Men skidded to a standstill in front of the
flaccid figure of Charles Xavier.
"You're too late." Haller bowed his head.
"Chuck's dead?" Wolverine asked, bending over the
Professor and feeling his pulse, "Then ...."
"The X-Men were never founded." Storm finished,
"And Haller was never born."
"Hate to state the obvious." Iceman said, "But
we are all obviously still here, how does that work?"
Haller turned to face them, his voice hollow when he spoke.
"We are chronal anomalies existing outside time, as
we have no place to return to in reality'."
"You're saying we are in a kind of chronal stasis?"
"Yes. A temporary stasis."
"How long do we have before . . . ?" Iceman asked.
"Haller." The windrider said urgently, "Can
you timetravel back and stop yourself from killing Xavier?"
Legion's forehead creased in concentration.
"No. There is something *wrong* with time; it's unstable,
approaching breakdown. I can't."
"Then we all die." Storm said grimly.
"Not necessarily, Ro." Wolverine grinned,
pocketing the pen with which he had been writing. "There
might be a way."
He gestured to a child hiding in the shadows, watching the
scene with wide eyes.
"Come here, kid."
She approached them, dragging her feet behind her in the
"Please don't hurt me, sir. I didn't mean any harm."
"No-one is going to be hurt." Storm knelt, "What
is your name, little one?"
"Rebecca. There's somethin' I wanna give to you. It's
very important that you take good care of it." Wolverine
said slowly. "The whole world could depend on you."
"Here." He handed her a piece of paper, "You've
gotta keep this very safe and, when you have kids, give it
to them. It can't be lost. Ever."
"Why is this *paper* so important?" Rebecca asked.
"There ain't no time to explain. Guard it with your
"Sir . . . ."
" Bye, Rebecca. I'm trusting you."
In the time it took the child to blink, the four figures
imploded in a whispered rush of air. Mouth opened in a surprised
circle, Rebecca Haller clutched the paper. Now, it was
all up to her . . . .
"Mom! Mom! The sky is full of diamonds!"
"Honey, how many times have I told you not to tell stori
. . . ohmigod."
"This is inexplicable . . . ." The elderly scientist
turned away from the telescope in disgust, "Here, Krycek,
take a look."
"What is going on?"
"Dinner was divine, darling! That veal was out of this
"Of course! Not even ragnarok itself could keep me away!"
"Fido? Fido? What are you barking at, stupid mutt?"
"Repent! For the day of judgement is at hand. The Lord
shall gather his faithful unto him as he comes in his chariot
of fire! Repent and be saved! If you confess your sins to
the Lord, he shall forgive you!"
"The government would like to advise all citizens not
to panic. This is *not* the end of the world, merely a meterological
phenomenon of unknown origin. . . ."
"Groovy, Lara. This is one crazy lightshow whatever it
is. . . ."
"Co. . ."
The world ended with no coming of angels nor blowing of trumpets;
with no explosion of light or revelation; with neither bang
nor whimper, but almost apologetically in a silent tomb of
glass. A crystal landscape, dazzling in its icy splendor.
A monument to the death of a dream...
Continued in Chapter
1. "My name is Legion . . . for we are many within this
man" is found in Mark 5:9. The translation I used is
not the usual one, but the one which conveys the idea the
best. The NIV and NRSV do not have the within this man'.
2. Do I feel biblical or what? The four horsemen are said
to come at the end of the world. They are (in no particular
order): War, Famine, Pestilence, Death.
3. Scuse the really mushy kiss scene. My only knowledge of
kisses comes from 'fine' magazine literature. "Oh, River-Eagle-Breeze.
Your lips are like the strawberries mummy used to pick when
we were small."
5. MPD = multiple personality disorder.
6. Why did Wolvie have a pen with him? Uh ... he was filling
out forms when Cyke called them for a mission and ... um ...
didn't have time to put it ... uh ... away. Yeah, that's it.
* Diamonds may be forever, but crystals
* A whole new world
* Haller gets stopped!
* The evil Brains of Baseness (B.O.B) gets crushed!
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