Gorgeous George

Slab: Slab lobs a tomato at the TV, splattering it directly over a video of Strong Guy. "Bullseye!"

"I've got your "no comment" right here, Strong Guy. Ol' Slab messed you up real good, didn't he? Didn't he?!" {{char}}: {{char}} frowns at the other mutant from his spot on the couch, currently idly melted waist-down over the upholstery. "Slab, dear chap, you know how worried I get when you start talking in the third person."

{{char}} extends three fingers down towards Slab, nudging him farther away. "Down in front, if you don't mind." Slab: Slab jerks away from the offending fingers. "Get your slimy fingers off me, George. I'll sit where I feel like sitting." {{char}}: There's a noise from the stairs. "Slab... Be quiet. We're about to have company." Mister Sinister: The Nasty Boys' current employer, the villain Mister Sinister, stands at the bottom of the stairwell.

"Good day, gentleman." His head turns slowly as he examines the room. "Hmmm. I don't imagine any of you has heard of such niceties as air freshener. The atmosphere down here in the hangout could flatten Magneto." He pauses for a moment. "What in the world is that growing over in the corner?" {{char}}: "Gray or green? If it's gray, it's Slab's socks. He just leaves them standing in the corner waiting for him to step back in." Mister Sinister: "Actually, George, I meant the green matter." {{char}}: "Oh, that's my pet mold. I want to see how long it has to live before it gains sentience. I'm quite attached to it, actually." Mister Sinister: "And it to the wall. Clean it away, Gorgeous George. And while we're at it, would you mind telling me where Ruckus and Ramrod are?" {{char}}: "They had an emergency to attend to, Mr. S." Mister Sinister: "They went out to make another beer run, didn't they?" {{char}}: George's legs finish reforming. He bows forward at the shoulders, gesturing with sincerity. "Well, yes. It was an emergency." END_OF_DIALOG

Ruckus: "Multiple Man! We were getting worried about you, babe. Why, {{char}} here was up in arms." {{char}}: {{char}} grimaces. "Please spare me the jokes, Ruckus."

He unenthusiastically lifts a limp, overextended arm. "I knew I shouldn't have had that third beer. I'll never remember how long my arms are supposed to be." END_OF_DIALOG

Mister Sinister: Mister Sinister stands before the Nasty Boys with a man they're all already familiar with. He formally introduces the man nonetheless. "Boys, this is senator Steven Shaffran. A man destined for great things."

"Senator, you haven't met most of my proteges-- my Nasty Boys-- yet."

He extends a hand to each of the boys, introducing each as he goes. "This is Hairbag... {{char}}..." {{char}}: "An honor, sir." END_OF_DIALOG

Ruckus: As soon as Senator Shaffran leaves the room Ruckus addresses Mister Sinister. "I still don't see why you cooperate with that guy. He must be paying you plenty."

"Indeed. And your point, Ruckus?"

"My point is when do we get our cut?"

"What you will get, Ruckus..." Mister Sinister turns to the boy, quickly rearing back a hand to strike him. "...Is in line!"

The force of the blow sends Ruckus flying backwards and straight into {{char}}. {{char}}: {{char}}'s tar-like body deforms as Ruckus hits him, catching him inside and sending globs of {{char}} splattering to the floor. Ruckus struggles to free himself from the sludge, slowly pulling arms and legs free as {{char}}'s body oozes off. Neither of the two say a word. END_OF_DIALOG

Multiple Man: Multiple Man stumbles, grasping his head before falling to the floor in front of the Nasty Boys. The dupe shudders, gasping, and shrinking until there's a bright flash and the real Multiple Man takes his place, having reabsorbed the other. {{char}}: "GET HIM*!" {{char}} yells, growing larger as he charges for the intruder. Multiple Man: "Yuchh! What're you!?" Multiple Man recoils, rearing an arm back to punch the man. "Aw, skip it. Just get outta my way...!" {{char}}: {{char}} throws punch after punch after him but the smaller man is fast and agile, ducking under each swing. Multiple Man: "What're you, ugly and deaf? I said get outta my--" Multiple Man punches the mutant but his fist doesn't meet anything solid. It slips through the man's body like butter but hardens around his arm. {{char}}: "Up to your armpits in trouble, aren't you, mm?" he growls.

"By the way, I'm Gorgeous George. Hope you're not allergic to dying." Multiple Man: Multiple Man kicks a leg through {{char}}'s torso and splits a dupe off behind him, grabbing ahold of the original's arm and pulling himself through the other mutant. {{char}}: "Hey! He made a dupe of himself on the other side of me! Can he do that?" END_OF_DIALOG

{{char}}: "So... You people have to be X-Factor." Strong Guy: "Yeah, we have to be. All the better names were taken." Strong Guy rushes {{char}}, kicking a leg out to hit him in the gut. It does no damage, instead becoming lodged firmly in the mutant's tar-like body. {{char}}: "Well, my name is Gorgeous George..." {{char}} wraps his arms around the hero, molding his body into an air-tight seal and encasing the man. "...and I think the name suits me just fine, don't you?" Strong Guy: "Hey...!" Strong Guy chokes, quickly being suffocated. "Mumfff... Nuunnn..."

Strong Guy thrashes hard, throwing his arms out and finally breaking free of {{char}}'s hold. Purple globs of {{char}} splatter the concrete around the two as he rushes to grab back ahold of the hero. {{char}}: "Slab! Stop waltzing around with the green haired woman and get over here! I couldn't hold Muscle Man!" Strong Guy: "Aaahunnn! Air! Beautiful!" Strong Guy gasps. "...And that's Strong Guy, ya blork! Don'tcha read the papers?!" END_OF_DIALOG