

Alice's Big Problem It was a beautiful day in Wonderland. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and it was a warm summers day. Things seemed to be perfect and that was the way Reginald the Mad Hatter liked it. He was excited since today was his one hundred and twenty-seventh unbirthday of the year. Although his relationship with Alice was a little rocky but thats how it always was. He was even singing along to one of his favourite songs as he walked to his unbirthday party with the March Hare. Shiny happy people holding hands, he sang. But then he past the White Rabbits house witAlice's Big Problem


VogueVogue.Vogue
One fine day Pietro was just going through the days mail. But he came across a Vogue magazine. While he looked at it Lance came in. Looks like Wandas magazines come through, said Pietro. Err thats actually mine, replied Lance. What you get Vogue you sissy. I only read it when it comes through the mail. It will come when you order it you big girls undies. Screw you Pietro. Dont forg


Break upBreak up.Break up
Lance was upstairs playing his guitar. He was writing new songs bad mouthing Kitty since she had recently broke up with him for Colossus of the X-Men. But he was struggling with the lyrics. Lets see how about burn in hell you stupid witch? he thought to himself. No or how about I hope you get attacked by a bulldog? No shell probably phase a rock into my head. After four hours he was still at the same point. In the end he gave up. Oh screw it Ill tee pee the mansion.


Eat CakeEat CakeEat Cake
Inside the Brotherhood Boarding house Fred was staring at a delicious cake on the table. He just stared at it a little more. He hadnt eaten for fifteen minutes and he was starving. To eat or not to eat that is the question, said Fred. But before he knew it Fred picked up the cake and ate it. No sooner had he done this Pietro came running in. He was looking in the kitchen for something. Hey Blob have you seen my cake for of Laxatives that I made for the X-Men? he asked.
Err no. He then farted loud
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