Monday, February 26, 2007
Oprah cackled away like the evil Wicked Witch of the West while her audience attacked us. Her dark mutant powers had transformed the former soccer moms into feral were-beasts bent on rending the flesh from our bones, judging by the way the long strands of salvia dripped from their 6 inch longs fangs.
I tried taking control of their minds but they had devolved too far into animals for me to reach them.
"Shall I start blasting, Professor?" Cyclops asked.
"Remember, Scott, these are innocent victims. It is out sworn obligation to protect them."
One of the she-were-beasts leapt at me, trying to sink her fangs into my neck.
"Blast her, Scott! Blaster her!" I started screaming.
A brilliant light flared from Cyclops' visor sending the savage audience member flying back into the pack. Colossus lifted up the couch from the stage and tossed it between us and them as a barricade.
"Enough games!" Oprah bellowed. We turned to face her. Weird yellowish energy waves emanated from around her head. "Now you die!"