Magneto was strolling down the street one afternoon.  "Hum-de-dum, what
a lovely day!" he said to himself.  A squirrel chattered at him from
a nearby tree.  "Chatter chatter!" the squirrel chided him.  "Why, hello
Mr. Squirrel!" Magneto said.  "It's a lovely day, is it not?  Come down
here, so that I might pet you!"

The squirrel did not move, but chattered some more.

"There's no reason to be alarmed!" Magneto said.  "My name is Joseph,
and I am a friend to all living creatures, taking great care not to love
the living creatures carrying the X-factor gene one iota more than
the living creatures without it!"

The squirrel studied Magneto curiously, then chattered.

"I shall call you Mr. Nutso!" Magneto said.  "For although I have
already christened you Mr. Squirrel, I am of the mind that all living
creatures -- those with and without the X-factor, mind you -- should
own two names: a useful, correct name and a silly, ridiculous name
that makes no sense at all!"

The squirrel chattered and threw an acorn at Magneto's head.  Bonk!

Magneto's face clouded with rage.  "YOU DARE ASSAULT THE MASTER OF
MAGNETISM?  SILLY SQUIRREL!  I WILL RIP THE ADAMANTIUM FROM YOUR
BONES!  LET THE LAST FACE YOU SEE BE THAT OF THE MIGHTY MAGNETO!"

Of course, squirrels contain no adamantium, as Magneto soon learned.
So Magneto settled for ripping the iron-fortified blood right out
of the little creature's body.  Mr. Nutso instantly exploded in a pink
cloud.  BOOM!

Slowly, Magneto unclenched his fists.  "Oh my," he said.  "I hope
none of my fellow X-Men witnessed that."

"Well GAW-LEE, Joseph!" came a voice from behind him.  Magento turned
to see Rogue standing behind him.  "Ah do believe we got us some dinner!
Squirrel fricassee, just like Daddy used to make!  Yee-haw!"

Rogue soon exploded in a pink cloud.  BOOM!

"Let none critique the culinary skills of the Master of Magnetism,"
Magneto growled, and stalked away.


THE EVER-LOVIN' END!