(ring)

It was 9pm and Xavier rolled toward the phone with a martini in hand and picked it up. "International house of paranoia. Who is this and why are you following me?"

There was a moment of silence, then "Good afternoon sir. I'm calling on behalf of Consumer's digest. Now, this is not a sales call, but we are conducting a survey..."

"Nobody has time for surveys here."

"I understand sir. But..."

"Really? You understand huh... I've seen nuthouses that have more time than we do. Want me to fill you in?" Xavier grinned as he raised his voice in fake anger.

"No sir. Is there an adult I can speak to?"

"Great, now you insult me. I'm 40 years old for goodness sakes!"

"Sir, all we're doing..."

"Not interested." (SLAM)

"LOGAN!"

Wolverine was working on his bike, when Xavier screamed at him telepathically. "Oh no... not again..."

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Wolverine stood outside and watched Forge tinker. "Do I even want to know why you've built a giant jet-propelled rabbit?"

Forge looked up. "Ah, there you are. Your supplies are stored in a hatch in front of the saddle.."

"At least it's in a sensible place... Why did I apply sensible to this?"

"And here's your costume?"

"YOU WANT ME TO DRESS UP AS HIM?!!." 'snikt'

Next thing he knew he was flying on a giant rabbit going through the air. "CHUCK!!" - - - - - - - -

Jake had already forgotten about calling the lunatic. He'd dealt with some nicer ones after that. Especially the one who kept talking about burying the hatchet. As he walked back from the drink machine to return to work... he heard a CRASH and screams. He walked onto the call floor and stopped. Right before he passed out, his last thought was "Why is Steve Erwin riding a giant rabbit?"

Xavier giggled as he spun his wheelchair in circles while waving the martini around like a torch.