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Logan

“So your bones are, like, all metal,” says Scott.

“Yep,” says Logan.

“Again.”

“Right.”

“Plus the claws, which are… extensible?”

Logan squints at him.

“So it just makes sense to me that you would be coated everywhere.”

“I am,” Logan grunts.

“Like, all your bones.”

“Yes.”

“All your bones.”

“Yes!”

“Really?” Scott leans forward over his MGD 64, (probably) fascinated. “And they don’t mind?”

“Who? Bad guys?”

“Not guys. If you get what I’m saying.”

“Of course they mind.”

“Because it’s cold?”

“No! Because I’m unbreakable, and pointy!”

Scott recoils.

“What? You knew that!”

“Take off your pants,” says Scott firmly.

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