So many battles waged over the years,
and yet, none of them like this. Are we destined
to destroy ourselves or can we change
who we really are?
We must go back in time to stop a man
hell-bent
on the worst kind of destruction,
self-destruction.
 
What people call mutation was invented by guys like me,
to sell nylons. He will want to drink.
We want to protect you! Is that what you want
or what people expect of you? This trick of yours is a gimmick.
If you really want respect go out and get it
for yourself.
Get out! He will want to seduce
women. Mystique, I can't stop thinking about you.
Your blue skin, your strong legs...
your...
He will want to be little people.
So, I present to you, The Toaster of the Town. 
Peggy, it's not about an appliance. When a man walks into his kitchen in the morning he
doesn't see a toaster,
he sees an opportunity. A chance to
escape
the monotony of his life. He knows that
when he puts a piece a bread
in that magical aluminum box it will
come out transformed,
better. He becomes the master of his own
destiny.
That is what everyman wants. Not this
drivel.
Stop wasting my time until you
understand what we do here.
I'm tying. Try harder!
Fantastic work. Great job! Thank
you?
Mutants, there is talk of him moving to
California and
wearing short sleeve shirts. He will
self-destruct. Don't let him. Toasted subs
are the wave of the
future Don. Say something clever.
My mother was a prostitute.
No!!!!
Do you have any idea what it's like to
have two lives,
two identities? To be split between two
worlds and not have any control over either
of them?
Umm, hello?
Please,
blue is in fashion.
 
 
