An X-Factor Fanfic (re: Bird's comment below)
by Rob Liefeld
"Yo Dude," shouted Shatterstar to Rictor, who was washing his car.
"Hey, my man!" Rictor shouted back. He reached out his hand to catch the beer that Shatterstar had just tossed him.
"So I was thinkin, the rest of the gang is away, what do you say you and me hit the town and pick up some fine ladies tonight?" Shatterstar said, as he sheathed his glistening double-swords and crossed his arms, one of which was a foot and a half shorter than the other one on purpose.
"Ladies, you say?" Rictor's ears perked up. Rictor's fondness for women and many sexual exploits had earned him the nickname 'The Missionary' back in high school. "You thinkin what I'm thinkin?"
"BOYS NITE OUT!" they shouted together, then high-fived.
"You wanna take the Camaro or the T-Bird?" Rictor asked.
"Definitely the Camaro" Shatterstar answered, as Rictor smiled, reached into the fourth pouch from the left on his right pant leg, and whipped out his keys and his Van Halen mixtape...
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