Disclaimer: Own Mel. Nothin' else.
Mel was in a baaaad mood. And the Brotherhood were suffering.
"Ouch!" Todd pouted rubbing the place where Mel had whacked him, "that hurt."
"Shut up Todd," Mel snapped, grabbing a handful of Freddy's chips against the larger mutant's will.
"What's crawled up your ass?" Lance asked, glaring at Mel.
"You want my fist in your fucking face Alvers?" Mel growled, "do ya? huh?"
"Jesus!" Lance shrunk away from Mel, "you need therapy!"
"I am not a fucking nutcase!" Mel yelled. She stood up and began to leave the room. It was at this point that Pietro came in. "Get out of my way Pietro!" Mel snapped shoving Pietro.
"Don't shove me!" Pietro snapped back, shoving Mel hard.
"I said move your fat ass!"
"I'm not fat!" Pietro pouted.
"Oh so you're calling me fat then are you?" Mel growled.
"No!" Pietro squeaked.
"Yes you were!" Mel snapped, "you just don't want to admit it!"
"You called me fat!" Pietro objected, "I'm not fat Mel."
"If I say you're fat you're fat!" Mel snapped, "if I say you're too smart mouthed for your own good, you're too smart mouthed for your own good!"
"Help!" Pietro squeaked.
"Grrrrr! Why do I have to deal with you morons!" Mel cried, "I hate being a girl! Why should I have to put up with this just so I can carry some guys child!" With that the furious blonde stormed out of the lounge.
"Woah," Todd said, "now that was some serious PMS. I thought Mystique got it bad but sheesh!"
"Lance, I'm not fat am I?" Pietro asked.
"No Pietro. Mel's just having hormonal problems."
From upstairs there came an almighty crash and then Mel, swearing like a truck driver.
"I HATE THIS BLOODY FUCKING HOUSE! WHY CAN'T YOUR SHITTY DOOR OPEN PROPERLY! CAN'T YOU DIP SHIT'S FIX ANYTHING!?!"
"I think we should go out," Todd suggested.
"So do I," Lance nodded, "if we stay here I seriously doubt we'll live to see tomorrow."