"Um, excuse me," Jim said, pushing an imaginary pair of glasses up his nose with one finger, "Cyclops' eyes do not shoot lasers, they shoot kinetic energy, so rather than producing heat they punch holes in things. God, it's like you don't care at all and you're just making fun of us. Iceman's one of those gay characters they've almost confirmed but not quite, I think? Maybe that was just a rumour. Also I heard that in the Apocalypse movie coming up we finally get Storm with her mohawk, which is the best version of Storm, so I'm excited for that. Or I would be," he added, "if seeing new movies was likely in this place."
He didn't know if the experiment was ever supposed to end—maybe everyone would get memory-wiped and dumped in a field somewhere for Mulder and Scully to investigate, for all he knew. But it didn't seem wise to plan for that. "Maybe they have a weather machine. They don't seem to want us to know what day it is, so maybe it's actually July and they're doing this late-autumn weather to mess with us. They kidnapped people? Like, on top of how we're already kidnapped?"