Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce that this fic has hit... the 100+ review mark! Woohoo! Yeah baby! Bring it on!

Awright, another coffee chapter. But! It's a goodie -- they get to go to Starbucks! Yay! :D And whoa -- I read over this the day after writing it, and I didn't even remember typing half of this crap. Damn late night typing sessions! I blame it on the coffee. >:D But I actually kinda like this chapter too -- mostly because it's not so short as the usuals, and also because there's some nifty dialogue, instead of just, well, words. Eh, shaddup! It's late and I can't form sensible words right now. So bite me! :P

AND I'm not sure I like where this fic is going... it leaves off on a pretty dark and angsty note today. I have chapters up through eighteen written. It's not pretty. Everything from here on in that I have finished revolves around this one thing that I kinda don't like... buuut I needed a plot! Any plot! (Well, within reason) And I also really didn't wanna involve the X-Freaks, but they kinda come into the plot in either the next chappy or the one after, I can't really remember anymore, it's all a blur... yeah. Bleh. But at least it's not all of `em! Just a chosen few. And we will see the return of... Rogue! Yayness! More accent-jacking! Buckle up, kiddies! It's gonna be a bumpy ride! >:D

And response to... (don't bother reading unless you've reviewed/read the reviews recently)
*DarkFire: I'm glad it made sense -- I never mean to offend anyone, but it happens... (D'oh!) So your first ep was Growing Pains? I'm sure you were hella confused jumping in at that point! Crazy kid with a bowl on his head. There really is no purpose for that thing, is there? I'd hate for him to have it break and scar his pretty little face! :D I've never seen the original cartoon -- I was either too cool to care or too young or something... ::sweatdrop:: okay, okay, I have no excuse! And I wish I could see those old eps now! I truly do! Oh, well. Ya live, ya learn, ya bruise! >:D
*michigandarlin: Yeah, I was a Kurtty shipper too -- that was all I bothered reading when I first discovered ff.net ::hangs head in shame:: I'd be thrilled to find every crappy little Kurtty porno fic, and god knows there's plenty of `em... Hell, I even made my own! But no one will ever see it, because Kurtty is so over. And because it totally sucks. There is no plot whatsoever, and the descriptions are way off base. But enough about that evil Kurtty fic... ^_~ Trolls are nifty! I wonder where my old troll doll collection ended up after the move... prolly in the basement somewhere, which means I will never see my troll dollies again! >:D
*Cherry Drop: Eh, Kitty can kiss my big, fat-- I'll stop now, lest anyone reading this is easily disturbed. ^_~ She'll know eventually -- everyone will. I'm just not quite sure when yet... ::sweatdrops:: Scott will never ever get his filthy hands on my boys! Ever! And lotsa people have been complaining about not being able to sign in and leave reviews. I guess it's all part of ff.net's master plan to irritate people into getting their paid services! I think I might break down and try it -- I can't stand the freaking pop-ups every time you open a page. There's like, two or three every single time you go to a new page! I can't stand it! But I'm not sure if it's worth six dollars a month to have no more pop-ups, so... I'm still waiting for someone who actually has the service to recommend it or not. (Yeah. That'll happen.) :P And the eBay habit is a difficult thing to kick -- but eventually, you will run out of things to buy. There aren't a lot of Evo things on there, and my bank account appreciates that, but it seems that all the things I want either get outrageously overpriced or they end while I'm away from the computer, so I miss them and get outbid. Rats! My advice: don't even start. Quit while you're ahead. I'm glad ya liked my "Pietro and the muse" thing -- it was totally unplanned. It just typed itself! Naughty little scene that it is! :D Shiny, pretty, brand-new Lance! Yay! I always assumed those two would have some kind of bedroom pet name game thing going on, so I gave `em one. And I can do that, because they belong to me! Mwahahaha! (Just kidding, Marvel! Don't sue me!) ^_^
*Tears like Blood: My, my, my, haven't we just been the busiest little reviewer? ^_^ Eh, don't force yourself to finish your other fics before starting a new one, or your muse will curl up and die!! I had several chapters of my Kitty/Lance/Pietro thing under my belt before I even thought about making my own Lance/Pietro slash, and hey -- if I woulda waited until I was done with the other one, it never would have gotten done. Like, ever. But guess which story is on the back burner now? Yep, that's right -- the original fic. D'oh! O.o Anywho! Thankies for liking my smut! (I'm not even gonna comment on how wrong that sounds...) It is damned hard to write in a way that's understandable and not trashy at the same time... but I try! :D And honey, we ALL want a ticket to Lancey-Land! (It's kinda like Disney Land, but with a much more interesting, er, rides, if ya know what I'm saying... Naughty Psycho B! Naughty!) >:D I truly hope Toddles can overcome his homophobic ways -- I suppose, in a way, I was basing him on my mother (don't give me that look!) cuz... she's a neat-o little homophobe too! Good times, people! Good times! But don't worry -- there is always more smut. I just have to figure out a way to work it into the storyline, so this doesn't become some random porno fic! Not that I have a problem with random porno fics or anything... buuut I kinda want it to have a plot. So it shall! Whee! Plots are fun! XD Don't feel bad about looking for Sailor Moon stuff, man -- it happens to the best of us! I was mucho-obsesso over SM for over a year, and spent thousands on eBay getting all the nifty products I convinced myself I couldn't live without... all of which are now in a box under my bed! Plus another in the closet! Joy! So useful, ya know? (Uh, yeah man, whatever you say...) I felt just like you the first time I saw Pietro and Lance -- utterly slashable! Yummy right down to the fruity center! >:D
*Medusa171: I was hyperventilating with happiness when they had Evo on in the afternoons! I think they did that twice, right? Once for two weeks straight! Genesis, or whatever! Anyway, it totally rocked! :D Isn't it funny how you can look over a character one time, then see `em again and be like "OMG, I must have more of this person!" My first B-Hood babe was Lancey-boy, and since I was the pseudo-Kitty, naturally I was like ::drool:: "I must have more Lance!" And then it was Kurtty (ewww) but I'm over that (thank God) then I saw the Cauldron 1 & 2, and I didn't care much for Pietro yet, cuz I was too busy drooling over the rock tumbler! Argh! Now that I look back, It's no wonder Pie didn't strike me much -- he was unconscious for most of the second ep, and was barely in the first! Damn! But I think Speed & Spyke was my turning point, too. Pietro was hot, he bitch-slapped Evan, vandalized things, was a criminal of sorts, had an uber-powerful daddy, what more could a gal want? (A naked Pietro strapped to a-- NO! Bad Psycho B! Off topic!) >.>;;;
*Sky_Angel: Haha! No. But I should be working there, considering I spend more time at Starbucks than at my real job... not really. But almost! :D I actually work at a bank. And you, little missy, obviously did not read the author's notes on whatever chapter I mentioned that on! Shame on you! ^_~ Naughty Sky_Angel! Naughty! But I can see why you might have thought I worked at Starbucks... but fast food and/or drink is not for me! No siree! Unlike Starbucks, banks generally do have drive ups, and that is generally where I am put, because the manager and other employees don't wanna see me. I wish I was joking on that one, but it's pretty much truth -- no one likes me. And that sucks, cuz Psycho B is a nice kid. Sometimes. >.>; The only good thing about my station in the drive up is that I can be all anti-social and hide back there and no one cares. And I get to peek outside at the sunlight and trees and shrubs and see all the Jeeps that go by, so I can say my little Jeep/Lance phrase all day long! Solitude -- it's a good thing. >:D So you were sucked in by an ad, were ya? I guess the WB people would be pleased to hear that -- they advertise for a reason! Guess it works! I'll mail ya the link for that RealPlayer movie site, just in case the site owner wouldn't like having a link on here (although I can't imagine why they wouldn't enjoy free advertisement...) Anywho! O.o
*batE: SpykeCam was the dumbest little ep, wasn't it? Completely pointless. But anyway. O.o Evietro isn't bad, I usually read it if it's there, but I doubt I'd ever write it myself. Why? Because, me dear, Evan is an unappreciative twit! He *so* could have jumped Pie-Pie right after the bitch-slap, and had `wild monkey love' right there on the floor! (I had my fingers crossed, but this is a kiddie show, so... no. ::pouts::) But Evan pansied out, so he don't get my vote! (Not that Lance has ever taken any initiative with Speedy on the show, but... that's different! ::pouts:: ::smacks self:: Yay!) I think I'm gonna try that pay-for-extra-ff.net-features service, but just for a month. Do they give it to ya immediately upon receiving payment, or do you have to wait? Cost isn't a problem, but Psycho B doesn't do well with long commitments -- like year long, even though it may be cheaper in the long run. ^_~ Thank you so much for telling me! I was hoping you would, cuz I knew you had a pic on your page, and figured you must have the service. Thank you sooooo much! :D I luvvvv batE! ::glomps:: Heh heh, sorry, mate. Got a little outta control there for a sec. No biggie. PietroSmirk (TM) I just hope I can manage to upload a pic on there, since I've had trouble with "formats" in the past... rotten HTML-free uploading versions... evil text files... grrr... I have a spiffy pic for it, too! And I vote for tighter battle suits all around! (Except for the ladies... and Blob.) Who's with me?

Disclaimer: As if! No, really, if you actually believe I own any of this (makes grand sweeping gesture) then I have some prime swamp land down in Florida you may be interested in... No, seriously. I don't own anything. (Duh?)

The Toad was still awake, feeling guilty. He kicked the wall in self-directed anger and nearly fell out of his bed in the process. He'd had no right to go off on Lance and Pietro like that. But they were... they were... well, you know! He couldn't bring himself to say it. It was still just too weird. Lance AND Pietro? Gay? Both of them? Together? It just wasn't possible. Pietro he could see, maybe, but Lance? Todd just didn't understand. When did this happen? Why did this happen?

Freddy had betrayed him by removing him from his position. He was showing their leader he was more than just a little toad; he was assertive! He could hold his own! Unless, of course, Freddy was doing the holding. Just picking him up and hauling him downstairs! He had no right! Todd seethed as he lay in his bed, thinking up ways to get back at the huge mutant for his betrayal.

Lance hadn't wanted to, but he'd had no choice when his evil inner alarm clock startled him out of his peaceful slumber at around six thirty the next morning. He groaned. He so wished it wasn't a school day. Lance left Mystique's warm bed and went downstairs to start the... oh, no! They were still out of coffee! No one had ever made the trip to the store yesterday for more! He was gonna go, but then Pietro happened... Oh God, oh God, oh God...

Lance decided we could do without it. He'd be fine. Just peachy keen! He didn't need coffee. Nope! Not him! He could so go without the delicious, hot, rich, creamy, succulent...

Oh God, oh God, oh God...

Lance forced himself into the shower, a cold one at that, and tried to forget about the coffee, the thought of which was tugging at his very soul. If he got ready really quick, and we're talking like quicksilver quick, he might have time to run to the gas station right outside the neighborhood and get himself some on the way to school...

Lance shut off the miserably cold water and dried off quickly, pushing the coffee thoughts out of his mind. Must be stronger than the wonderful fresh-brewed perfection...

With nothing but a brief towel swathed around his hips, Lance made his way to Mystique's room to rouse the white-haired boy. He almost wanted to leave him be, knowing that Pietro too would be a bitch to deal with unless he had his morning dose of the luscious brewed beverage.

"Pietro," Lance said in as light a voice as he could muster, under the circumstances. "Pietro, c'mon, baby, time to get up..."

Lance hadn't the time to react to the cushy weapon that was quickly flung at his face. "Don't wanna!" Pietro whined, pulling the velvet comforter over his head.

Pietro then shot up at if he'd been electrocuted. "Wait! There's still no coffee!"

Rats! I was hoping he wouldn't notice...

Pietro leapt from the bed and rushed into the bathroom. He emerged thirty seconds later, looking damn near close to ready as he pulled on his sweater and gave his hair one final swipe with the comb. "Well? Why are you just standing there? Get ready! WeGottaMakeItToStarbucksBeforeSchool!"

Yes! Starbucks!! Lance thought giddily as he followed Pietro down the hallway to his own room. Pietro perched on the foot of Lance's bed, watching closely as Lance performed his daily morning rituals.

Lance noticed Pietro checking him out and had to suppress a chuckle. It felt nice to finally be appreciated!

"I'm gonna make you some decent clothing today," Pietro stated, looking Lance over one final time.

"What's wrong with this?" Lance asked, offended, gesturing to his usual ensemble.

"Please," Pietro scoffed. "You may be hot, but you have no fashion sense whatsoever." Lance grinned.

"I'm hot, am I?"

Pietro smirked. "You know you are. Now, hurry up! You are wasting precious Starbucks time."

Lance finished as fast as he could (Pietro felt the need to assist with and fuss over his hair) and they left the house with plenty of time to spare. Both were glad Todd and Freddy were still asleep. Neither were really ready to see the two, much less give an explanation.

Lance sipped his drink slowly, savoring every last drop. When his eyes weren't closed in deep appreciation for the contents of his cup, Lance watched Pietro. The speed demon was also trying to go slowly with the precious liquid, but hadn't the self-control for it. He was already finished. Lance reluctantly surrendered the remains of his caffeine to Pietro, who gulped it greedily. "Do you want another one?"

"'Kay!" Uh oh. Pietro had that look in his eye. Lance watched in horror as Pietro winked, dabbed a dollop of whipped cream on the tip of Lance's nose, and darted in back to get himself a "complimentary" refill. Lance saw him emerge from behind the counter with two large cups. Oh yes. It was good to have a fast boyfriend.

Lance grabbed his newly refilled cup from Pietro and sucked down the burning hot liquid. "Aw Damn!" he swore as he burned his mouth. Pietro smirked. "You know, that did just come out of the machine."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Lance grumbled, setting the container back on the table to cool. Damn stupid coffee... no! I mean, uh, wonderful, awesome, perfect coffee! Lance amended and flinched, fully expecting the coffee gods to strike him down at that moment for his blasphemy, but nothing happened, aside from Pietro hitting him upside the head. "Hey! What was that for?"

"I said, we have to leave now. Gotta get to school!"

"Oh."

"C'mon! Move it!" Pietro ushered Lance out of the store, but not before swiping the necessary coffee additives from the small table near the door. "For next time," Pietro explained, as Lance shook his head at his lover's bizarre kleptomaniacal tendencies.

Pietro was a little nervous setting foot inside the school now. He knew he shouldn't be, that his fears were completely groundless, but now he was in an official relationship with another boy. It wasn't like that fact was stamped on his forehead, but Pietro just felt... off. Lance had never looked so confident, however. He strode proudly from the Jeep (having taken up two and a half parking spaces -- the faculty knew from experience not to mess with his ride) and Pietro feared for a brief moment that Lance was going to take his hand to walk into the school. He signed in relief (mixed with a little disappointment) when Lance did not. He did, however, give Pietro an inconspicuous pinch on the rear. Pietro managed a small smile that bordered on a smirk.

"You know if you have any problems, I'm here, okay?" Lance reassured Pietro, who was looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there.

"Yeah, I know," Pietro replied trustingly. He had no doubt that Lance would protect him from anything he couldn't handle himself. Which was very little, even less that he would openly admit, but still... knowing Lance was always nearby made him feel a little better.

"I'll see you at lunch," Lance promised, leaving Pietro standing in front of his first period class. Great. Just what I need -- Evan Daniels.

Said boy was making his was through the crowded hallway, shouting apologies at random people his lousy skateboarding skills managed to upset. Evan then proceeded to scoot his way over to the classroom Pietro was standing in front of.

"Hey Daniels. Nice progress with your skateboarding. You only crashed into things twice that I saw."

"Shove it, Maximoff," Evan growled. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Pietro this early in the morning.

"My, my, my, Evan," Pietro drawled, spitting the black boy's name like a curse. "Aren't we in a lovely mood this fine morning." The speedster loved mocking Evan. The whole exchange had just brightened his day.

"I said--" Evan was cut off by the feeling of the ground shaking slightly.

"Beat it, X-Geek," Lance ordered, coming up behind Pietro and glaring at the freshman menacingly.

Dammit, Lance! Why are you still here! You're ruining everything! Pietro hissed in his mind, hoping that Lance had miraculously developed telepathic powers in the last five minutes. No such luck.

"I-- I uh, this is my first class. I don't have to leave! You leave!" Evan tried to look equally scary, but was failing miserably. Lance and Pietro both smirked at the total lack of fear evocation emanating from the young X-Twit.

"Whatever, X-Freak. Just stop hassling my friends, or you'll have to answer to me." Lance stalked away, but not before shooting a meaningful glance in Pietro's direction. Pietro closed his eyes and knitted his brow in embarrassment; surely his long-time rival had seen that look Lance had given him. It was so the look of a jealous, over-protective boyfriend. Totally. Pietro waited for the teasing to begin.

He looked up, expecting to find Evan doing, well, something. But the other boy was nowhere to be seen. Had Lance really scared him off? Pietro almost liked that idea. But when he walked into the classroom, he saw Evan already inside, trying to flirt with some freshman girl. Loser, Pietro thought angrily. Look at the little X-Loser trying to pick up chicks. Loser.

Pietro took his usual seat in the far back corner and waited for the class to begin.

Pietro found it annoyingly cute how Lance always seemed to show up right in front of his classroom right before it let out to accompany him to his next class. Lance managed to do this twice before Pietro smacked him upside the head and demanded he keep his distance, lest anyone guess at their new relationship. Pietro felt bad after Lance walked off, looking like a wounded puppy. He promised himself he would apologize at lunch.

After suffering through the most boring lecture on the planet (about the importance of fresh water preservation and conservation or something equally ridiculous; Pietro wasn't really paying attention by that point) Pietro meandered in a awful, tedious, lecture-induced stupor to the cafeteria to meet Lance and the others. Wait! Todd and Freddy! I don't wanna see them! Not yet! Hide! Hafta hide! Pietro thought frantically as his eyes scanned the large room for Lance. He spotted him in the lunch line. Pietro made his way over, trying his best not to look like he was about to have a nervous breakdown and not succeeding.

"Lance!" Pietro hissed urgently. Just give me a trenchcoat and a fedora, and I'd fit right into one of those cheesy forties spy movies, Pietro thought dryly. But I would so have to be the lead Mafia dude -- heh heh -- Don Pietro. Maybe for Halloween. Lance can be my bitch. "Lance!"

"Yeah?" Lance asked warily. He was still a little sore from Pietro's earlier headsmacking.

"Let's not eat in here. I don't wanna see Todd and Freddy!"

"All right. Where do you wanna go?"

"I'll show you. Hurry up."

"I don't control the lunch line, Pietro," Lance reminded gently as Pietro turned to pout.

"Let's just go. I don't wanna be at school at all! What's one little day gonna do? It wouldn't even be a full day; just a half day. Pleeeease, Lance?" Pietro begged in a whisper, looking around to check that no one else had heard him.

"Pietro, I can't. I just took yesterday off, so I can't take today. Even a half day. Kelly will have me by the balls if I fuck up again. It won't be too long till I'm eighteen, but until then, I hafta play the straight and narrow, okay?"

Pietro didn't like the sound of that. He wanted to GoHomeAndBeWithLanceAndPossiblyFuck! Yes! That sounded nice... better than school. Stupid sexual tension. Grrr...

Then, a scary thing happened -- Kitty Pryde catapulted into Lance's arms, nearly knocking him (and Pietro) over in the process, and clung to him like a leech.

"Like, hi Lance!" the demon spawn bubbled, much to the chagrin of both boys.

"Oh, hey, Kitty..." Lance responded reluctantly, trying to pry the petite brunette off of himself. Kitty didn't seem to want to comply.

"Umm, hey, do you, like, wanna go to the mall with me today?" she continued, oblivious to the fact that Lance wasn't enjoying her company.

"Uh, I have kinda a lot of homework tonight, Kitty, but maybe some other time..."

No, you dummy! Don't leave yourself open for another potential attack! Pietro mentally raged at Lance, angry once again that the older mutant still hadn't developed his telepathic powers.

"Well, like, what about tomorrow? They're, like, having this huge clearance sale at..." Pietro wished he had a spork. A nice, plastic Taco Bell spork to stab the annoying valley girl with so she would shut up and leave his man alone! Wait -- does Taco Bell even have sporks anymore? We haven't been there for so long that I don't even know if they still have sporks! That's where we can go for lunch! With that final thought, Pietro grabbed Lance, and said in his sweetest, most artificial voice "I'm sorry, kitty-cat, but Lance and I were just leaving. Maybe one of your friends would be interested in accompanying you to your major blowout clearance sale, but as for us, we have plans. See ya around," he called over his shoulder, leaving a very shocked X-Man in his wake.

"I love you," Lance whispered as they headed out the back doors of the cafeteria.

"I know. I love me too," Pietro replied helpfully, winking at Lance. Lance almost blushed.

"Uh, you do realize we're leaving school grounds, right?"

"Of course. Unless they've built a Taco Bell on the football field since this morning, I'm afraid there's no other choice."

"Pietro! I told you I have to stay in school today or Kelly'll have my--"

"Balls, yeah, I know. But Kelly can't castrate you if you're not physically here so it's all good," Pietro finished. He hated being argued with, even though he was so good at it.

"But Pietro!"

"Eh, shaddup!"

"No! Look, we can't go to Taco--" Lance was cut off by a quick beat upside the head for the third time that day. He was gonna have to look into a helpline for physically abused, uh, teen gays? Yeah, that would sound good on his permanent record.

Lance was half pulled, half dragged to his Jeep, and Pietro took the liberty of liberating the keys from Lance's front pocket. Lance swallowed nervously, hoping his bits and pieces wouldn't respond to the unnecessary fondling during the great key search. PietroSmirk (TM).

"Am I gonna hafta drive?" Pietro asked Lance, who was standing perfectly still, obviously willing his body to settle down and not go into we-want-to-go-home-and-play-with-Pietro-right-now! mode.

"You don't drive," Lance answered coolly, casting a glance at the smaller boy. "And I don't think it's a good idea for you to even have a license, Speedy."

Pietro pouted. How unfair of Lance to disallow him a license! Not that he could even get one with no legal guardian, but still... Oooh, Lance will pay for this. Oh, yes he will, Pietro promised.

Pietro hopped into the driver's seat and roared the engine to life. Lance had barely enough time to scramble into shotgun before Pietro gunned the engine and took off like the proverbial bat outta hell.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Lance yelled as Pietro took the corner out of the school parking lot at about forty miles an hour. Lance would have sworn the vehicle was on two wheels. "Pull over, you speed freak! I mean NOW!"

Pietro wasn't worried. He could basically drive; that wasn't the problem. The problem was the obnoxious passenger to his right who was distracting him.

"Will ya shut up already! Damn," Pietro bitched in an irritated voice. He didn't need Alvers riding his ass for no good reas-- wait. Riding his ass? That thought alone was a hundred times more distracting than Lance could ever dream to be. Pietro wasn't really paying attention to the road anymore.

"Oh my God, Pietro, stop!" Pietro heard Lance call and felt Lance's hand grabbing and covering his own on the steering wheel before he felt his body jerk painfully and everything went black.

Oh, the angst! THE ANGST!! I'm an evil bitch again for doing that cliffhanger, but it was necessary. Just to ensure no one flames me for it, I will say this, and only this: no one dies. Nice long chapter, though! :D And that's all I have to say about that. ::nods::

The answers from the last chapter's interactive trivia/cool quote(s)/crazy X-Men and/or Brotherhood related thing I do (so ya'll can laugh at me)/random category thing! (TM):

How did everyone get hooked on Evo in the first place? How were yoooou sucked into the Evo underworld?

I realize I wasn't very thorough in the last chappy, so I'll try to fix that: my very first episode ever was X-Impulse -- a videotaped version my "friend" ::cough:: made for me so I could see the mystery girl that supposedly looked like me... O.o Behold! The power of Lancitty! (Even though I soon became a traitor and went for Kurtty...) The next episodes I watched on my own were Cauldrons 1 & 2, (so this was sometime around May, 2001) and some other episode where I swear, Jean Grey was bitching about being the only one without a real codename. As far as I know, there was never actually any episode that had that in it, so I'm not sure what the hell that was. Maybe I just imagined it! :D But considering that I had absolutely no X-Men background whatsoever, it's odd that I would recall it. Whatever, I guess... :D

*DarkFire discovered Evo purely by accident -- watching TV all alone, on a dark, stormy Saturday morning... just kidding! Actually, it was the old X-Men cartoons that interested DarkFire long before Evo showed up. So DarkFire watched. It was Growing Pains, I believe... a rather confusing time to stumble upon our favorite mutants, in my opinion! ^o^
*michigandarlin was a Kurtty lover -- but she's reformed! Now a slashaholic like myself, michigandarlin has seen the light and joined the Brotherhood of Evil Slashaholic Mutant Lovers. ^_~
*Cherry Drop is an unfortunate little dear -- due to her location in jolly olde England, she has been deprived of most of the second season of Evo! We must pity the fools in charge of television programming in the UK -- they obviously have no idea what they are doing! They must be stopped! But still, like a phoenix, Cherry Drop will--
Todd: Damn, she's ranting again, yo!
Lance: Shut up, Tolensky! Don't talk about my woman that way!
Pietro: Who's woman, Lance? She is clearly mine.
Todd: O.o -- Uh, aren't you two gay?
Pietro: Yes! But that is beside the point. We can still love Psycho B!
Todd: Whatever, yo. I'm gonna go make a sandwich. Want anything while I'm down there?
Pietro: Yeah -- just grab me a Red Bull and a--
Lance: Oh, no ya don't! I am so not cleaning up after another caffeine incident.
Todd: Man, you're so whipped, yo! Yo? Hey, no grinding! I'm still in the room, ya know!
Lance: I said SHUT UP Tolensky!
Pietro: You're upsetting Psycho B! Both of you chill out! Now apologize for you stupidity!
Todd/Lance: (in unison) Sorry, Psycho B.
Pietro: That's better. Now get me my caffeine.
Todd/Lance: NOOOOO!! (both run screaming from the room)
Pietro: Hmph.
Fred: I'm hungry.
Psycho B: Idiots! IDIOTS! Why can I not have a normal conversation with these people without you four wrecking everything?! It's no wonder Mystique won't come back for you! I feel so sorry for that woman!
All four boys: ::back slowly away...::
Psycho B: BOYS!!
All four boys: Yeeees?
Psycho B: ::glomps:: Don't worry! I still love ya'll! Buuut I'd love ya even more if ya went down to Starbucks to pick me up a few things...
Pietro: I'll drive!
Everyone: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! >:D
*Medusa171 is another unfortunate punk (like me) who didn't recognize Pietro's full slashable potential until she'd seen him a few times... but that can also be forgiven! Happens to the best of us! ^o^ Her first ep was Shadowed Past, where Mystique gets all mother-y with Kurt. Icky ep! :P
*Sky_Angel was also an original cartoon watcher, way back in the day. Buuut apparently, she was sucked into Evo by an... ad! The WB execs must be Hella joyful to know that their thirty second advertisement spots are useful! :D
*batE did the homework to discover more about our favorite boys! After seeing SpykeCam, our little batE went to Marvel.com to check out the nifty little bios, and fell in love with everyone's favorite speedster! This is genius material, I'm telling you: isn't afraid to do a little research, takes initiative, recognizes the slashability potentials... the batE's got it all, yo!

Whew! That was almost too interactive! Next time, it'll be less obnoxious, I promise. Here's the next question:

Does anyone know what the poetry thing McCoy/Beast and Evan were reciting in "The Beast of Bayville"? Was is Shakespeare? Was it some obscure little random thing no one knows? Remember, this time I don't actually know the answer, so I won't know if you get it right or not! -_- (Now watch, it'll be some totally obvious, well-known piece, and I'll look even dumber for not knowing... Argh!) I'll post your answers next time!

REVIEW!! Or Lance and Speedy won't make the necessary alterations to their battle gear! (NOOOO!) >:D