
Saw it, loved it.

It is time to finish what we started all those many years ago, back when this plastic prison still seemed cutting edge. Charles...are you ready?

No. Not now not ever.

Charles...you promised. You promised me that, someday, we would match wits again. Just because I'm a convict doesn't mean there's shame in your eventual defeat. So many would consider us equals, Charles. I know you can't stand the comparisons any more than myself. Let us put all theories and doubts to rest -- it's time to crown a champion between us. Choose your sword.

NO, NO NO NO. I've told you a thousand times - I'm not playing that game.

You will.

I won't.

You will.

I won't.

You won't.

I'm not falling for that old trick.

What in God's name is going on in there? Guards, hit the magic button that sprays debilitating mist in the prison. I know one of the buttons must do that.

OUT!!! GET ME OUT LIKE TROUT LIKE TROUT GET ME OUT.

Why is he freaking? There's no way 'Magneto' can cause him any harm in there. I hate these old bats. Now where's that mist?

LIKE TROUT LIKE TROUT LIKE TROUT!

You're a chicken, Charles. I was going to let you be the red piece, too.
Posted by Matt on 05/03/2003. E-mail me!










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ok another question…what’s the connection with Jean going all firey and the feelings that something "terrible" is going to happen???