The mob was able to dispatch of the first wave of storm troopers quite easily. But the Brotherhood of Mutants was another story altogether. The delightfully peckish creatures were a handful, to say the least.
“I’ve gotta get to Buffy!” Scott shouted, morphing into his wolf form and hurdling over a dozen mutants, as if he was going to slam dunk a basketball.
“Damn, wolf man can jump,” Jesus said.
“If something you thought that was; enjoy this all the more, you will,” Yoda said, before dazzling his Lord and Savior with a hyper-spastic aerial display. Rapidly bouncing back and forth, Yoda took out enemy after enemy with his green light sabre.
“If you think that’s something,” Jesus said, “check this out!” He flew into a row of mutants lined up like bowling pins, sending them flying in all directions.
“Strike!” The Dude said, sipping a white russian at the bar. “I like the way you roll, man.”
“Thanks, dude.” he replied, just before his jaw dropped to the floor. He was face to face with an old friend.
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