8Westchester, NY
"Dammit!" the X-woman known as Psylocke was not having a good morning.
"Cest que c'est, chere?" questioned Remy aka Gambit.
"I have to go to Washington, DC to observe some infernal political debate over mutants' existence. I could answer as to whether or not mutants exist."
"Betsy, relax. It could be worse."
"It dosen't pay to try to placate me, Warren Worthington III. And, I do not see how it could be worse."
"Scott could have sent you with Emma."
Psylocke's eyes narrowed to almost invisible slits. "Warren, honey, if you want to continue your existence, you'll take back that statement."
"You wanted to know how it could be worse."
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Meanwhile in D.C.
"Dammit!"
"What's up, Mac?"
"I have to go to that inane debate today."
"The one about the existence of mutated human beings?"
"The very same. It makes no sense to me."
"What? That people are concerned that mutations may be rampant and dangerous?"
"NO, Harm! That anyone even believes that it's possible for humans to mutate into superbeings that fly and have super-strength or speed. It's like something out of a comic book. Or a TV show."
"Well, it could be worse."
"I don't see that as being likely."
"The Admiral could have sent you with Singer."
"If you want to keep your six in it's current alignment, you'll recant that statement, Commander."
"You're the one that didn't think it could be any worse."
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tbc
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Cest que c'est? - What's the matter?