PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

You the man I heard 'bout. Called Sabertooth.

You crossed paths with the X Men? An' here in this city, turns out we got us the same contract from the lawyers. You gonna get in my way or can we play nice, like professionals

Drinks on me. {address} Got something for ya.


To make things easier.

Some nasty little parasite named Deacon Frost 's been snackin' on somethin' that belongs ta me. Got a prize fer anyone that kin help me find 'im and get rid of 'im.

We need to talk.

I've found a place to stay, not really going to tell anyone where it's at. Not the best of company to be around right now, need to be alone for a while. Not sure how long right now, so don't bother asking. More importantly do NOT come looking for me. No one. If I wanna see you, I know how to find each and every one of you. But as of now, leave me alone.

Unless you happen to be over seven feet tall and smell like roadkill. You know who you are. You. Can find me. And I half hope you do.

How about a drink, darlin'? Won't bite, cross my heart.

I for one welcome our new magnetic geriatric overlord.



EDIT: HE TOOK AWAY MY TV?!?! OH HELLS NO.

Before ya go thinkin’ I’m here fer pleasure, think again, this ain’t a vacation. It’s a tradition. Got a special delivery fer the runt. Know he’s here, never been able ta hide from me, no matter where he went. Things don't change. City stinks like wet Wolverine. Can’t figure out how ya stand it.

Little fellas birthday day ‘s comin’ up. Gotta present fer him that I need ta deliver. Somethin’ personal, from the heart. Well, someones heart.

So, anybody seen a squirrelly lookin' fella, little guy, callin' himself Logan?