[He's seen some weird shit before, but you, Davros, tops the list. Mystique had breasts, which didn't necessarily detract the oddness from her appearance--but still.]
[The yelling is grating, even if Wolverine feels like doing much of the same. Being bodily torn away from Rogue = signing your own death warrant, in his opinion.]
Seriously? That's it? And that's what you're bitching about? [He's deliberately taking his time in 'warming up' in preparation for his own activity, an eye fixed on the mutated mess of a... man. His mood is fairly foul as well, and he's seriously considering sticking one of these bots.]