|The RedRogue Show
Author: RedRogue PM
Hello! And welcome to our first episode of the RedRogue show! Here we shall interview some of our favorite Xgirls, Jean Grey, Rogue, and Kitty Pryde, and hope that the catfights don’t break anything. [Mostly comic based humor, but some movieverse too.]Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor - Rogue & Jean G. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,192 - Reviews: 32 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 06-21-07 - Published: 04-15-07 - id: 3489049
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A/N: Kitty… er, I mean, Russia's-little-Kiska missed the author's note last time, so I put it in again for her. So here it is. The author's note. Where the author-- that's me— notes stuff.
::whistles:: … ::twiddles thumbs::
Okay, let's get back to the show!
Anastasia: Alright! Again with the commercials being over and me having to come up with more to say to these Mutie freaks.
Rogue: Excuse me?
Anastasia: You're excused.
Kitty: Did you burp, Ro?
Rogue: No! She just called us—
Jean: Maybe she farted.
Rogue: NO! She just called us—
Kitty: You can admit it, Ro. We're all about the love here—we won't hold it against you.
Jean: Yeah, we ain't tooter-haters!
Rogue: But I DIDN'T--
Anastasia: Sheesh, she's a stubborn one!
Kitty and Jean: Tell me about it.
Rogue (rolls her eyes and pouts): Why do I bother?
Anastasia: Let's just bring out the boys.
(Logan, Remy, and Piotr enter. Host waits for applause to die down before speaking.)
Anastasia: Hey guys!
Anastasia: You do and you clean it up, Pete.
Kitty: (Hugs Piotr) PETEY! (glares at Rogue) MY Petey.
Rogue: You can have him… I have me a glass of Cajun Comfort right here…
(Rogue leans for Remy's mouth. Host yanks them apart.)
Anastasia: Hey now! None of that!
Kitty: Not like you could do that anyway.
Rogue: I can't touch people. What's your excuse, half-pint?
Jean: Hey you two! What about your agreement?
Anastasia (to audience): Just to fill you guys in, while we were on commercial break, Kitty and Rogue vowed not to fight anymore.
Kitty: We are all about the love!
Rogue: That's MY line, and ya'll say it wrong anyway.
Kitty (whines): Ro's not being 'all about the love'!
Rogue: Yeah, yeah… (mutters) Little snitch…
Kitty: I so heard that!
Rogue: Jiminy crackers—FINE!
Anastasia: May I continue with MY SHOW now?
Rogue: I'll allow it.
Anastasia: Alright… the audience has been dying to hear the boy's side of things. So girls, you are officially commanded to shut up. This is guy time.
(Girls reluctantly nod.)
Anastasia: (blushes) Hi, Remy.
Remy (winks): Hi dere, cherie.
Anastasia: --Shush! What did I just say about the girls talking? You've had your turn… This is boy time, so don't be rude! Okay, Remy… So how's Belladonna?
Remy (nervously): She's… she's alright. I wouldn't really know.
Anastasia: Yeah, yeah… so you off the ol' ball and chain or what?
Remy: (smiles) You askin' me if I'm single, Chere?
Anastasia: Wanna go out on Saturday? Well… more like Saturday afternoon… or Sunday, whichever's better for you…
Anastasia: --GIRLS NO TALKY!
Logan: I already hate this show.
Anastasia: Logan, if you got Jean to go out with you, would you be a more cheerful person?
Logan: I'll let you know when that happens.
Remy: Keep a weather eye for when Hell freezes over.
Piotr: Or when Remington can touch dear Rogue.
(Both Rogue and Remy scowl)
Logan: What, no comeback to that, Gumbo? Score one for the Russian!
Kitty (to Piotr): I love you.
Jean: I think I feel a 'Fastball Special' coming on, (burps) Whoops, nope, just the chili dog I had for lunch.
Anastasia: GIRLS NO SPEAK! Why don't we all hear what the lovely Remy LeBeau has to say… Remy?
Remy: I want to know what be up with de Southerner discrimination? I, for one--
Logan: --Bub, we live in America. You're both from Confederate states.
Anastasia: Hi? Um… I'm the host. The host says don't interrupt Remy when he's talking.
Logan: (Claws come out) The host needs to shut up before the guest skewers the host into little host pieces.
(Host shuts up.)
Piotr: Ah, friend Logan. We must be as Kiska says: "All about the love".
Rogue: That's MY LINE!
Anastasia: Sheesh, Rogue, lie down before you hurt yourself!
Remy: You may lie down next to me…
(Goes and sits on Remy's lap)
Remy: Not who or what I had in mind, but okay…
Anastasia: So Piotr… You and Kitty have gotten through most of your age differences, huh?
Rogue: Wow, that question made him more nervous than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs.
(Jean gives Rogue a strange look)
Piotr: Let us say, we still watch out for the politz.
Anastasia: Speak English, Captain U.S.S.R., we're in America.
Logan: And American's hate Confeds.
Piotr: My apologies. I mean to say, the police.
Anastasia: Have you two been busted before?
Kitty: He did like, a bit of hard time about a year back. He came back a changed man.
Rogue: He was in the big house? No wonder he's gay.
Piotr: Rogue, I have already proven to you that I am indeed not gay.
Kitty: OOHH! So, that's why you slept with her! Petey, I was so misunderstanding of your intentions. I thought you actually liked the snob.
Rogue (Cries): Me too!
(Remy wants to go to comfort her but still has host on his lap.)
Remy: My leg is losing proper circulation. Kinda hurts.
Anastasia: It'll go numb in a minute. And Jean, before we wrap it up… How are you and Scott? Still bound by Comic world contract?
Jean: I just don't see how Scooter can get away with cheating on me with Emma—
Jean: --Sorry, the "blonde bimbo of whom we do not speak of", while I'm stuck here denying my Canadian here all the time. Let's compare, shall we?
Logan: Oh. Lets.
Jean: Logan: Amazing fighter. Loyal. Witty. Cunning. Loves me dearly. An animal in bed, (though of anyone asks, I wouldn't know—stupid contract). Anyway, then we have Scott:
Logan: Then we have Scott!
Jean: Sissy mama's boy...
Logan: What a sissy.
Logan: Complete prep.
Logan: The stiffest!
Jean: And NOT to mention he FOREVER has a STICK up his--
Anastasia: --OKAY! Looks like that's all the time we have for now… We'll go to a quick commercial, but keep it tuned in to have more of this madness.
I've had too much of Kitty's sugar packets. Please review.