Groan. Blackbolt had somehow gotten into my private chambers and was screaming my name. I lifted my throbbing head and managed to pry open my bloodshot eyes. Turns out it wasn't Blackbolt at all. Just as well, I suppose.
"What is it Bobby?" I asked Iceman, who was standing in my doorway with a rather anxious look on his face.
"It's Wolverine! He just sent a coded message to Beast! He needs our help."
"Well he's going to have to wait until the room stops spinning," I said. "Come back tomorrow."
I tried to tune out what Iceman was saying and focus my thoughts. Vague images of a wild party flitted into my mind. Jon, the Intergalactic Gladiator swinging from a chandelier. Warbird doing a risque dance on the table. Koma getting an atomic wedgie from Vegeta.
Of course! The Amazing Mutant Race wrap party. I do seem to recall having one or two drinks.
"But Professor! Wolverine has gone to Hell!"
"We all knew that was coming, Bobby."
"No! I mean he went down to Hell with Mephisto! He needs our help!"