"Dammit, boy. I ain't no mind reader and I know what you're thinking. What part of I got yer damn stink in my nose don't you get? You try to run? I'll find ya. You tell Magneto you're compromised? I'll find ya. You do anything but what I'm telling yer ugly ass to do, and you can be sure I won't be haunting yer door to deliver pizza. How much clearer do I have to be?"
Logan felt a deep seated resentment, bordering on hatred, for Vanisher right now. He hated people who made him ramble on like a fool. He was perfectly able to make himself understood in few words, except in the case of dumb fucks like Porter, who didn't seem to take anything seriously. It took grievous bodily harm to make them understand that Logan was serious as a heart attack.
"Y'really, really, don't wanna get on my bad side," he growled, his claws in Telford's face. Yes. If Telford thought he was on Logan's bad side before, he really had no idea.