Jon and Nightcrawler: At the Shinto Par-tay

“Thou hast bested four storm giants in the field of battle as well as yon warrior Volstagg on the drinking table,” the Mighty Thor grinned. “Verily thou hast declared thineselves warriors true.”

“Velien dank,” Nightcrawler said.

“Yes, thanks Thor,” I added. “Thanks for the compliment.”

“Yes verily Odinson feels thine physical prowess is a gift from Odin himself,” the Thunder God continued. “By my troth, thou art possessors of mad skills divine.”

“Ja, thanks,” Nightcrawler said.

“Yeah… thanks,” I added.

“By the enchanted uru hammer, I shall now take thee back to Midgard!” Once again, Thor guided us to the rainbow bridge back to Earth. We “landed” in Japan and our next challenge.

“Hello, welcome to our festival,” an older man bowed to us. Self consciously, we bowed back.

“Pleased to meet you,” I replied. “I am Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator and this is Nightcrawler.”

“I am Rverend Tanaka and this is my companion and arm candy. Are you ready for the challenge?” the man asked. “All the people here are ready to start.”

“I think this is more your speed,” I said to my mutant teammate. “You are a man of the cloth.”

“Ja, but I this is not my religion.” Nightcrawler pointed to the festival goers. “I don’t think zat I know what I should say.”

“Just say something,” I said. “Oh yeah, you gotta put on the traditional garbs, too.”



Nightcrawler stood in front of the crowd and raised his hands. “Carus secui goers , nos convenio hodie ut silicis ferreus quod porro procul is ubertas solemnitas. Nos mos vinum quod epulor quod addo is totus down. Nos mos secui amo is est 1999. Medicus Cox sceptrum. Can ego adepto an amen?”

Silence.

The crowd looked at him.

I looked at him.

“Uh, can I get an amen?”

The crowd looked around and shrugged at one another.

“Amen,” they said.