Email XXXI: You are so hardcore. Please tell us all again how hardcore you are.
You know, the last thing I remember is saving your skinny ass from that freak. Why are the telepaths always psychos, eh? WHY? Still, I do get it - I have enough problems coping with my voice in my head, let alone anyone else. Anyway, you sent me this email yesterday, and some of us took longer to get out of the coma - must be your need for beauty sleep, Drake. Did you wake up with the mother of all hangovers? Beast was there to explain stuff and for a moment I thought I'd been busted drinking Logan's hooch or something.
Not that he gets drunk cause hey, healing complex, and please, stop being me cause I'm babbling now and I pretty much ran to the computer the moment Beast left the room. I haven't gotten used to it yet; I won't, I can't, and as much as I love you, you're the broad minded one here, okay?
John.
PS. If they didn't stop me, I would so go out and get hookers. Don't chicks dig blond heroes in leather? Except I don't have your uniform. That blows.
Not that he gets drunk cause hey, healing complex, and please, stop being me cause I'm babbling now and I pretty much ran to the computer the moment Beast left the room. I haven't gotten used to it yet; I won't, I can't, and as much as I love you, you're the broad minded one here, okay?
John.
PS. If they didn't stop me, I would so go out and get hookers. Don't chicks dig blond heroes in leather? Except I don't have your uniform. That blows.