It is about 11:30 in the morning. The sun is shining brightly, but still not strong enough to cut through the sudden chill that has settled over night. Professor x appears carrying a plastic bag. The bad stretches awkwardly, straining against the weight it contains, while one of the more suspicious contents neatly slices through the side, ( Read more... )

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