"Hell?" Cyclops asked. "You think Hell is hot? Imagine that."
"Hey man!" Iceman shouted. "I'm dripping! Water is dripping off me! I'm melting!"
"Zoot alors!" responded Gambit. "But perhaps you are jus' sweating, no?"
"Alright team," I said, "let's focus. We have to find Wolverine. He's going to confront Mephisto to save Laura."
All eyes turned to Ghost Rider for direction. He was turning around scanning the smoldering rocky horizon as he rubbed at his flaming chin bone.
"Uh . . the Throne of Mephisto is, uh, over past the Mindless Pits of Despair. That's er, between Mount Insanity and . . oh, wait a second. The Throne is at the foot of the Miasmic Dessert. Or . . uh . . maybe it was the Forlorn Canals of . . "
"Come on!" Cyclops yelled. "Just admit it! You have no idea where we are!"
"Hey! I am fused with the demonic Spirit of Vengeance!" Ghost Rider protested. "I know Hell like I know the back of mind!"
To prove his point, he held up his right hand and pulled off the glove revealing his bony skeleton. We all turned away in embarrassment.
"Well, well . . this is a surprise." Everyone turned at the sound of the deep commanding voice approaching us. The tall man in the red suit and flowing cape had an impressive mane of flowing white hair.
"Magneto?!" we all exclaimed as one.
"Hello Charles," he said as he stepped up next to me.
"What are you doing here, Eric?" I asked in confusion.
"Where else was I going to go? Detroit?"
"But . . I didn't know you died."
He looked around at the others sheepishly and then leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I was dating this killer robot from the future. Don't look at me like that. It's not what it sounds like, she was gorgeous. Anyway, she was pretty kinky and, well, we experimented with asphyxiation to enhance our-"
"That's fine, Eric. I really don't want to know. I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thank you, Charles," he said straightening up. "You always were a gentlemen."
"Say . . do you know where the Throne of Mephisto is?"
"But of course," he said with an unmistakably wicked smile.