Dearest Milton James

by N.R. Walker

His smile produced a dimple. A fucking dimple. Okay then. Hang up my lilac boots and cover me in carnations. It’s all over for me. Then, because I wasn’t dead enough, the fucker took off his glasses. He just took them off and slid them onto his desk like he took out a machete and cut me in half. That’s how dead I was. He mowed me down in my fucking seat.

I was going to have to give him a rundown on the differences between X-Men and Marvel.

X-Men Is part of Marvel!!