"You could always try something like, "Hi. My name is Blank. What's yours." Came a voice from down the bar. "I mean, it's better than this game of twenty questions you have going on right about now." Jamie Madrox or at least the X-factor dupe was sitting just a few stools over listening to these reject's attempts to pick up a lady. He couldn't help but laugh at their pathetic attempts. "Hell, you could even offer to pay for her next drink." Lifting his own glass, the dupe sipped the amber liquid and the ice clinked as he drained the rest of the drink. "And for the record, webbed feet doesn't necessarily make you a mutant."
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