I always call these the soccer-mutants because they belong to that large group of mutants that's running around on a big field - and I always pretending they're playing soccer.
Don't we all need a man who can handle the elevator-machinery sometimes? Yes we do, and these mutants are happy mutants because they get to eat, and he get to work.
If they only knew! One day the best friend, the next day an angry mutant wanting to kill and suck blood.
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