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"Why isn't Bob Barker dead yet?" Angel asked suddenly, twisting around to peer over her shoulder.
Kyle craned his neck to peer back at her from under a shag of hair. "I dunno. Maybe he's a mutant?"
"Dude, is he like the oldest mutant or something? Because he's freaky scary."
There was a cough from the corner and they both glanced over to see Scott staring at them.
"What?" they both asked at the same time.
"Why don't we try a little more saving ourselves and a little less...whatever it was that you two are doing?" their teamleader asked, voice so dry that it nearly caught on fire.
They paused as a guard wandered over to Angel and Kyle, who'd been tied up back to back. He suddenly dropped forward with a sputter as Angel reached out and got a good, solid hold of his private parts. A kick from Kyle and he was out cold.
Scott frowned at them.
"What? Dude, it's not like we could have told you that Kyle and I got free like fifteen minutes ago," Angel protested, wiggling out of the rest of the ropes.
"It's amazing how I can bend my wrists," Kyle said innocently.
"And apparently I can pop my thumbs out of joint!" Angel added in.
"...it scares me that you're so happy about that, Firestar. Now, can you two do me a favor?"
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Kyle craned his neck to peer back at her from under a shag of hair. "I dunno. Maybe he's a mutant?"
"Dude, is he like the oldest mutant or something? Because he's freaky scary."
There was a cough from the corner and they both glanced over to see Scott staring at them.
"What?" they both asked at the same time.
"Why don't we try a little more saving ourselves and a little less...whatever it was that you two are doing?" their teamleader asked, voice so dry that it nearly caught on fire.
They paused as a guard wandered over to Angel and Kyle, who'd been tied up back to back. He suddenly dropped forward with a sputter as Angel reached out and got a good, solid hold of his private parts. A kick from Kyle and he was out cold.
Scott frowned at them.
"What? Dude, it's not like we could have told you that Kyle and I got free like fifteen minutes ago," Angel protested, wiggling out of the rest of the ropes.
"It's amazing how I can bend my wrists," Kyle said innocently.
"And apparently I can pop my thumbs out of joint!" Angel added in.
"...it scares me that you're so happy about that, Firestar. Now, can you two do me a favor?"
"Yeah?"
"Un. Tie. Me."
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