Hey Onyxx i know you think your cool cuse u hang out with Hellion now and im gunna let u finish...but Rocklside was the best Hellion flunk of all time....ALL TIME!
"I'm bad and that's good, I will never be good and that's not bad, because there's no one I rather be than me."
-Bad Guy Affirmation
Chile, where do I start with you. You green whiny little bitch. I really don't even wanna waste my time saying what's wrong with you because I would be here for days and days and days and days. Basically STFU and GTFO. You are worthless and your bestfriend is Rockslide. Nuff said. Great job trying to gain relevance being the token gay kid, but you still failed.
Green is my favortie color, so good for you.
"They want soulful bubblegum techno disco pop? I invented that sound" -Dazzler, Wolverine: The Best There Is #7
"No, I just always look good" -Psylocke, X-Women #1
Can someone translate..I have no clue whats being talked about.
"Until the Lion writes his own story, the tale of the hunt will always glorify the hunter." - African proverbs
BEBOP--"Roland = pinnacle of objectivity"
Oh, Mister High-and-Mighty Cyclops, please disappear and take Professor X with you.
Maybe Pixie can have a teleport spell go wrong...
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R.I.P. Don't pee in the (Dead)pool, November 2007 - January 2013
Oh Cameron Hodge...tsk, tsk, tsk.
Your supposed best friend (a straight man), turns down your (homo)sexual advances, then becomes a wicked-gorgeous Angel complete with wings...and wot do you do? You have sex with demons and turn yourself into a walking-talking slinky...just to get back at him and to prove you are better human being than mutants...and not gay? That is pathetic, quite.
Then, when you hear (whilst in the midst of a toss-off in your grand-mother's cellar, the walls of which were covered with posters of W.W. III, in all his *divine* glory) he is going to be part of X-Force you purposely have Bastion infect you with the TO virus all the while hoping for a confrontation with said X-Force just so you could find a way to commit frottage with Warren.
Dude. You need to stop.
He. Is. Just. Not. That. Into. You!...or your deseased, zombiefied, rotting two-inch penis...seriously.
Your suits, (when you were able to wear suits, that is) were impeccably tailored, I must admit.
Sun and Moon
Colossus, I don't get you. you are like a butter knife (the most pointless of all knives) with muscles. Your hair is flat, and don't even get me started on those weird lines that circle your limbs. WTF are they for? Also, please explain to me how the hell you move in your tin can form. You don't make sense; however, you are apparently good in bed, so you have that going for you.
In Kieron Gillen I TrustKGB since 3/10/11
"Um, blah, blah, blah. And, Girl Power. Feminism, d'you know what I mean?"