"24 hours?" I asked in disbelief. "That's a rather convenient figure, isn't it?"
"Convenient?" replied Beast. "How do you mean?
"Well, exactly one day? That just seems like a rather nice round number."
"It's really kind of a guess-timate, Professor. Now that I'm thinking about it, 22 and a half hours might be a little more accurate."
"That does sound like a more likely kind of number, Henry." Pleased with himself, Beast smiled in satisfaction. I hated to sour his mood but there was business to be taken care of. "Now then, about this destruction of the multiverse - any ideas on how to stop it?"
"Oh, right," Beast mumbled. "Well, we could . . no, no . . perhaps . . hmm, I guess not . . maybe . ."
"I got an idea!" shouted Wolverine suddenly. "There's holes, right? We could get some of the spackle in the basement and start fillin' 'em in!"
Why I let him talk, I just don't know. "Logan, why don't you go see if someone needs some cans opened in the kitchen, alright?" The poor boy looked rather dejected as he sulked out of the office. Not to worry, his rapid healing powers should fix his mood.
"Actually Professor, I have an idea."
All eyes in the room turned to Fred, the talking fox. The red haired animal stared back at me and then let out a tremendous belch. "Excuse me," he quickly said. Clearly the fox had been drinking heavily but we were all too polite to mention it.
"I have been thinking about the frequency signatures emanating from the rips in space/time and I've come to the conclusion that the rips are not the result of all the dimensional barrier hopping that has been going on recently."
"Really? So what is the cause then?"
"Based upon the distribution of variance patterns and the consistency of the force waves, I believe that the rips are being intentionally caused."
"Of course!" exclaimed Beast, snapping his claws. "That makes perfect sense. And it explains the focal symmetry in the gravity fluctuations."
"That' s all well and good," said Emma. "But who on earth would want to cause the destruction of all of reality? No one could benefit and so there is no one with a motive."
We all sat there for a long moment, racking our brains to come up with some idea of who would want to destroy all of reality. No one would come to mind. Could our furry scientists be right? Could someone intentional be causing the destruction of everything?
"Convenient?" replied Beast. "How do you mean?
"Well, exactly one day? That just seems like a rather nice round number."
"It's really kind of a guess-timate, Professor. Now that I'm thinking about it, 22 and a half hours might be a little more accurate."
"That does sound like a more likely kind of number, Henry." Pleased with himself, Beast smiled in satisfaction. I hated to sour his mood but there was business to be taken care of. "Now then, about this destruction of the multiverse - any ideas on how to stop it?"
"Oh, right," Beast mumbled. "Well, we could . . no, no . . perhaps . . hmm, I guess not . . maybe . ."
"I got an idea!" shouted Wolverine suddenly. "There's holes, right? We could get some of the spackle in the basement and start fillin' 'em in!"
Why I let him talk, I just don't know. "Logan, why don't you go see if someone needs some cans opened in the kitchen, alright?" The poor boy looked rather dejected as he sulked out of the office. Not to worry, his rapid healing powers should fix his mood.
"Actually Professor, I have an idea."
All eyes in the room turned to Fred, the talking fox. The red haired animal stared back at me and then let out a tremendous belch. "Excuse me," he quickly said. Clearly the fox had been drinking heavily but we were all too polite to mention it.
"I have been thinking about the frequency signatures emanating from the rips in space/time and I've come to the conclusion that the rips are not the result of all the dimensional barrier hopping that has been going on recently."
"Really? So what is the cause then?"
"Based upon the distribution of variance patterns and the consistency of the force waves, I believe that the rips are being intentionally caused."
"Of course!" exclaimed Beast, snapping his claws. "That makes perfect sense. And it explains the focal symmetry in the gravity fluctuations."
"That' s all well and good," said Emma. "But who on earth would want to cause the destruction of all of reality? No one could benefit and so there is no one with a motive."
We all sat there for a long moment, racking our brains to come up with some idea of who would want to destroy all of reality. No one would come to mind. Could our furry scientists be right? Could someone intentional be causing the destruction of everything?
posted by Professor Xavier at 9:04 PM
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Professor, you don't have time to sit and think! It's time for action. Order up one of them Fastball Specials, and make it to go!
It's disconcerting having a talking fox butting in on conversations.
why find it odd Captain...do you actually look at some of the aliens you run into? :P
Prof - in Cappy's universe, Q does this to them all the time.
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