"Cock fillin' in for your braincells, huh?" Damon quickly replied to Sabretooth, "keep your mind out of the gutter, asswipe." Knuckle-dragging douchebag driven by impulses and sex drive. He'd fit in great back on Sera! He then quickly realized that was what the worst thing was about Creed's demeanor. Just the kind of animal they'd want on their leash.
He took another, larger bite of his sandwich this time. Gonna keep this all for me... won't leave him any fuckin' scrap to steal.
After he completely finished his sandwich (and his moaning), Baird quietly slipped his communicator out of his pocket and tapped the button. Oh, so Cyclops said I gotta spend time with this douche, huh?...
"Baird to Cyclops, Creed here says you told him to talk to me. Please confirm."
Least Storm's here. She could fry this filthy fuck in a second.