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“Kurt, what are you doing?”
“Who? Me?” he quickly hid his hands behind his back. “Nothing much.”
“Isn’t that Todd’s locker?”
Kurt gained a sick and desperate grin. “Why would I be doing something to Todd Tolenski’s locker? It certainly has nothing to do with any interesting kind of prank war.”
Jean glared at him. “You do know you are trying to lie to a telepath…”
“It’s okay. I saw Onkel Wolf do this, once…”
After the smoke cleared, it was clear that it was not, as Kurt put it, okay.
*
“So how are we going to get out of this, smartyfuzz?” demanded Scott. They were both trapped by the robotic tentacle-guards in this particular simulation.
“I saw Onkel Wolf do this once…” he began squirming in some pretty peculiar ways. “I can get out…”
He also managed to leave his uniform behind.
*
“Elf…” Logan warned.
“I saw Onkel Wolf do this once,” he said, a bunch of herbs in each hand. “One of these makes a nice tea. Uh. The other one… um. How good is your healing power, Herr Logan?”
Logan glared at him. “That does it, kid. You’re banned from doing anything you saw your Onkel Wolf do…”
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