Team Blue again. In this case Team Blue read fan fic. -- Anon Guest
Evo-era Nightcrawler stopped when he saw his face on a thing. It wasn't a comic book, not a book. It was thick and filled with lurid art and closely-set type. "Was ist das?"
"This is my zine," said the vendor, "Blue is My Colour. It's a collection from a bunch of fans. There's Kurtty in there as well as Kurmanda. I try to keep out the hate-fics on either of your girlfriends."
He flipped to a random page without some of the more... anatomically impossible art. Flipped back to the beginning. No, it still didn't make any sense. "I've never worked in a coffee shop," he said.