There is a dark booth in Milliways and from it's Stygian depths comes a deep gravelly voice.
"I am the terror that rocks the night...."
"In darkest gloom, in deepest fog, let all bad dudes fear my rockin' might..."
"I. Am. Rockslide..."
"Here I am to rock you like a hurricane..."
That last might be accompanied by head banging but you'd have to dare the
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In the dimly lit booth, a young mutant is creating a mini blizzard on the table top, amassing a nice pile of fluffy white snow. Whether he has plans for this snow remains to be seen. Is it colder in here that it was earlier?
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"It's time to get rocked...nah, that's stupid."
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Bobby says it almost off-handedly, over his shoulder, while he works.
"You trying to write a song, or something? ROCK n' roll isn't meant to be taken literally."
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"Oh...um yeah that's it Mr. Drake," he says as he yanks off the hockey mask. Of course the fake mustache might still give him away if not the two baseball bats strapped to his back.
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"Do I know you?"
It might be of interest to note that this version of the icy mutant is still a teen and looks very confused.
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"Dude, freaky. You're, like, my age! Wait, Ms. Frost said people from different times come here, I must be from your future!"
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He shrugs and shakes his head.
"There are only five of us in the X-men where I'm from--from what I can tell, someone hit the reset button in my universe. From what I've been told, I'm still awesome in the other ones, though."
Tell him how awesome he is!
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"Some sucker put me in charge of TEACHING? They must've been desperate."
Still, it's good to know he's still awesome in all of his incarnations.
"What do I teach? Math?"
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