"Jon, are you alright? I heard some kind of loud explosion."

"Oh great, now I'm hearing voices."

"Well . . yes . . you are. This is Charles Xavier and I'm communicating to you telepathically. Excuse my sarcastic voice."

"Is this a real person I'm talking to or am I just hallucinating?"

"What on Earth are you talking about? Of course I'm real. We're on a mission together!"

"But I thought telepathy was just a scam. A cheap parlor trick."

"Jon, what game are you playing at?"

"Jon? Is that my name?"

"Wha- hang on a second. Let me scan your brain . . . hmmm . . . oh . . . this isn't good at all. Apparently you are suffering from amnesia. Let me just probe your thoughts . . ah. Zartan shot you. And he told you he had planted a booby-trap in my wheelchair that would zap me with 10,000 volts of electricity. That explains the angry message I just got on my cell phone from Disabled Services of Westchester. I had donated the booby-trapped chair to them a couple of days ago. You see I never use the same chair for more than a week. Wouldn't be fitting for a man in my position."

"This is fascinating but could we get back to me?"

"Your name is Jon and you are an Intergalactic Gladiator."

"Humph! Well Jon, our undercover operation certainly didn't last very long."

"What do you want, Professor? Mystique saw through my clever disquise."

"Oh sure, really clever. A pair of glasses. Who's going to be fooled by that?"

"The entire DC Universe, apparently."

"Jon, that makes about as much sense as Liev Schreiber playing Sabertooth in Wolverine's upcoming movie."

"Never mind that, Professor! Zartan is about to zap you with 10,000 volts of electricity! Your chair is booby trapped!"

"It's a good thing, Hudson isn't here, otherwise I would have to listen to his inane giggling for the next hour after you said booby trap."

"Professor!"

"Don't worry, Jon. I'll just take control of Zartan's mind and . . . oh damn!"

"What?!"

"He's got one of Magneto's psionic blockers. Why is that everyone with a cowl - OW!!"