Mondays are made of fire from the sky gods who want to burn the eyes out of my sockets. And much busy, much worky.
I return, for a moment, to our phallic exploration of the X-Men:
Let Cyclops just help you with your ENORMOUS METAL PHALLUS.
No, Blob. Trust me. You don’t want all their secrets.
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