Um, not sure what you're talking about, but I could use pyrokinesis before! But no one can use any powers right now, so I don't think it really matters.
So, a former mutant who has lost his powers, eh? Unfortunate. And you say all mutants here are unable to use their abilities? That didn't last very long, did it. But, if there are mutations, then gills are not completely out of the question after all! I wonder where the best place to find some nucluear waste would be...
Feet. I am a doctor of feet! Specifically that stringy thing, at the back. The Achilles Tendon. Also, occasionally, I am called on to do brain surgery.
Yep, feet and brains. They're very similiar, you know, the foot and the brain. Not on the outside, on the inside. Almost exactly the same, actually, except for the Achilles Tendon. That's almost twice as large in the brain.
I dabble in both. Fish-people are my true passion, but a disease passed between the foot and the brain is what killed my mother. I swore when I was a child and she was laying there in bed, her feet growing more and more brainy with every second, that I'd grow up to be a doctor and dedicate my life to feet. And brains.
Tell that to my dead mother. My grieving father. My six grieving sisters. They were double-grieving, since it's a maternal disease, so they were all pretty much doomed.
I'm homeless. A hobo. I fight other hobos for my weekly meal. I sleep in a dumpster when I'm lucky. I occasionally have knife-fights with rats when I'm bored.
There. I was just trying to make a good impression, make myself feel a little better about my rotten life, but no, you had to know the truth didn't you? Mister truth...wanting guy. Well there you go. You made a hobo cry. Happy?
So... what are you a doctor of?
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Feet. I am a doctor of feet! Specifically that stringy thing, at the back. The Achilles Tendon. Also, occasionally, I am called on to do brain surgery.
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...Feet and brains?
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I bet if someone else asked you, you'd have given them a completely different story!
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So you're a crippled pyrokinetic and a psychic are you?
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So what do you do really?
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There. I was just trying to make a good impression, make myself feel a little better about my rotten life, but no, you had to know the truth didn't you? Mister truth...wanting guy. Well there you go. You made a hobo cry. Happy?
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And you so aren't crying.
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