Menace At The Met!
The Metropolitan Museum of Art was rarely home to this sort of trouble; it was normally a peaceful place for New Yorkers to get a little culture in their lives. But, one could argue, what's more American than taking what you want, anyway?
"Grah hah hah hah!" Sabertooth laughs, standing on the squirming head of a security guard he's incapicated and carefully looking over the painting in his hands. "Once I decipher the hidden message in the work of Lao Hu Jing, I'll be able to master the lost White Tiger Style!"
"Mmph!"
"Yes that's a good thing!" Sabertooth snaps at his captive, sneering a little. "Lost martial arts techniques are always a good thing, Buster Brown. Now, just clam up, there, and maybe I won't hafta make some artifical bacon out of your fake pig hide, huh?"
What can stop this evil mutant?!
"Grah hah hah hah!" Sabertooth laughs, standing on the squirming head of a security guard he's incapicated and carefully looking over the painting in his hands. "Once I decipher the hidden message in the work of Lao Hu Jing, I'll be able to master the lost White Tiger Style!"
"Mmph!"
"Yes that's a good thing!" Sabertooth snaps at his captive, sneering a little. "Lost martial arts techniques are always a good thing, Buster Brown. Now, just clam up, there, and maybe I won't hafta make some artifical bacon out of your fake pig hide, huh?"
What can stop this evil mutant?!