"Damn!" Maggie just giggled at my annoyance.
"Yes?" I said into the phone, not disguising my frustration.
"Professor! You've got to come back!" It was Cyclops. He sounded hysterical. I've been at the Last Gladiator Standing house for less than 24 hours now.
"What is it Scott?" I asked with impatience.
"Everything's going crazy! Storm went ballistic when she found out you put me in charge. She blew the roof off the boy's dormitory. Wolverine called me all sorts of horrible names and then he moved out. *choke* It was terrible! I don't think I can take anymore!"
Sigh. "Stop crying Scott. Scott! Stop crying this instant. You are an X-Men for Heaven's sake! You must set an example for the students!"
"B-but P-professor, I *sob* I don't . . "
"Scott! Pull yourself together! You are the leader. You must-"
"They all hate me! They won't listen to me! The kids tossed all of my underwear up into the trees! They have no respect for me! I don't know what to do!!"
"Okay, Scott. I will tell you my secret. Are you ready?"
"Y-yes . . "
"Go into my office. Open the cabinet behind my desk. The key is taped under the lefthand bottom drawer. Take out a bottle of cognac. Pour yourself a very tall drink. In fact, drink two. Suddenly everything else will seem far less important. All your troubles will seem far away and the world will seem like a happy place."
"You think that will work?"