Room 308, Sunday Evening, Evilness Afoot
There was a small chihuahua sitting on the floor of room 308. The chihuahua was wearing a pretty lacy pink dress and a big floppy hat.
The chihuahua seemed about as thrilled about this as you might imagine him being. Especially since the chihuahua was actually Jamie Madrox.
There was also a videocamera running. Because this sort of thing belong on YouTube.
"Now," Rikku said cheerfully. "We've got two options here. Either you howl along to 'I'm a Little Teapot,' or I let Petey come out and be dumb at you. He might chew on your neck. Choose ... wisely."
It was entirely possible that Rikku had not, in fact, forgiven Jamie for that whole room-swap moving ordeal.
(Door and post both open. Jamie abused with permission, zomg.)
The chihuahua seemed about as thrilled about this as you might imagine him being. Especially since the chihuahua was actually Jamie Madrox.
There was also a videocamera running. Because this sort of thing belong on YouTube.
"Now," Rikku said cheerfully. "We've got two options here. Either you howl along to 'I'm a Little Teapot,' or I let Petey come out and be dumb at you. He might chew on your neck. Choose ... wisely."
It was entirely possible that Rikku had not, in fact, forgiven Jamie for that whole room-swap moving ordeal.
(Door and post both open. Jamie abused with permission, zomg.)