"Unless you're not one of us, Wade," Emma Frost sniffs derisively, because you can't have a sex fantasy about mutant women and not have Emma Frost. It's a law. "Which isn't surprising."
Kyle manages to get his head above the water again, gasping. When he does, his eyes are drawn like a magnet to that battered old truck parked at the edge of the bath. Nevermind the giantess trying to drown him, nevermind the scantily clad women, nevermind that both Stan and Deadpool aren't lifting a finger to help him.
Eric.
Theodore.
"CARTMAN!" Kyle finds it in himself to thrash harder, getting his legs under him and shoving himself up and back, his head slipping from She-Hulk's grip.
"He's gettin' away, sugar," Rogue coos to Deadpool. "That's your ticket to Krakoa right there."
Kyle pays no attention to this, glaring at the truck bed where Cartman lounges. As he watches, his oldest rival winks and blows him a kiss. Kyle screeches with inarticulate rage and splashes to the bath's edge, hands scrabbling to pull him up and out of the water.
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Kyle manages to get his head above the water again, gasping. When he does, his eyes are drawn like a magnet to that battered old truck parked at the edge of the bath. Nevermind the giantess trying to drown him, nevermind the scantily clad women, nevermind that both Stan and Deadpool aren't lifting a finger to help him.
Eric.
Theodore.
"CARTMAN!" Kyle finds it in himself to thrash harder, getting his legs under him and shoving himself up and back, his head slipping from She-Hulk's grip.
"He's gettin' away, sugar," Rogue coos to Deadpool. "That's your ticket to Krakoa right there."
Kyle pays no attention to this, glaring at the truck bed where Cartman lounges. As he watches, his oldest rival winks and blows him a kiss. Kyle screeches with inarticulate rage and splashes to the bath's edge, hands scrabbling to pull him up and out of the water.