Jun 14, 2011 17:46
"Oh god," said Erik, smiling a lot with his perfect unblemished teeth that he had in spite of years of malnutrition, torture, and abuse and stuff, "I love it when you enter my mind without consent."
"I knew you would," said Charles, his mysteriously British accent even though he grew up in New York State sounding sexy and exotic the way British accents always do without exception, "I always know what is best for everyone, especially people who have seen more of the world than me."
Saying this he put his fingers to his forehead and telepathically told Raven to put more clothes on because people could see her knees and would think she was a disgusting blue hussy.
"But Charles," said Erik staring sexily at his face, "about this mutant-finding programme where we find all the mutants and take them away from their normal lives to come and live in a facility and be experimented on, isn't that a little bit like what the Nazis were doing?"
"Oh you silly Jew," said Charles knowingly, "That was different because it was the Nazis! We're not German! Well, I'm not. And I know what's best for everyone. Here, let me just get inside your brain some more."
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