"What the hell is this crap!?" Wolverine roared.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," I responded cooly.
"Don't give me that crap! You stuck me with vegitable head?!"
"First of all, I didn't stick you with anyone. Second-"
"And what the hell are all these non-mutants doin' in the race?! It's the Mutant Race, damn it!"
"Now Logan, you know the race is open to anyone who wants to play. We had this same discussion last year."
"But it's the Mutant Race! Like it's not bad enough you got humans playin', you got robots and aliens too!"
"Look here Logan, you're the one making me do this whole thing. It's open to anyone who wants to play. Just like last year."
"But it's the Mutant Race!!"
"I know. And this year I've made sure there is a mutant on every team. Each player is paired with a mutant. That's why you are teamed with Vegeta."
At that Wolverine just did that gutteral growl thing he does when he's really mad. I looked at him warily, wondering if I would have to make him think he was a little girl again, when he abruptly turned on his heel and left. He was muttering 'salad head' as he walked away.