Jon and Nightcrawler: A slow boat to Skull Island
We stood there and watched the other contestants taking off. Because of the Yield, Nightcrawler and I were required to wait one hour. My partner stood quietly but I was getting antsy.
An hour isn't that long, right? Not when you're talking about a group of super powered individuals. In an hour, anything could happen with these guys. Wolverine, for instance, could probably join three or four teams in one hour.
One hour. Sixty minutes. 3600 Seconds. Finally, our Yield was over and we quickly hopped the steamer for Skull Island.
No, not that kind of a steamer.
We arrived and the locals ushered us to our table. Spread out before us was a smorgasbord of some of the most disgusting food imaginable.
“Zat is unbelievable.” Nightcrawler stifled a gag. “Zat is just… so…”
I looked at the food.
“Yeah, I can eat it,” I said.
“Oh, it looks terrible,” Nightcrawler said.
“It’s OK, I can do this,” I replied.
“It looks sehr schlecht,” he added.
“Yeah I know,” I agreed. “Gotta do it, though.”
“So gross, so revolting.”
“I said I know,” I replied. “Did you read a thesaurus on our trip or something?”
Nightcrawler looked at me and slowly shook his head. “Good luck.”
I sat down to my meal. Someone with any less of a constitution would probably not be able to endure this food. I was, however, blessed with a cast iron stomach.