The Uncanny X-men screenplay..
screenplay by Chris Claremont.. Hanno Raudsepp is none other than
Christ Claremont.. the Chris Claremont who wrote most of the Uncanny
X-men comic books.. was Hanno Raudsepp...
Magneto: Magneto has seen the death of
time.. the death of oceans.. the death of captains.. the death of
minerva embryos of which he is one.. for he magneto is a wicked
embryo.. for he magneto is a wicked minerva.. like a wicked angel he
slyly cometh...
Professor Xavier in deep shadows at
night in his study..
Xavier Roberts: .. I was never ready
for a war but then neither was Winston Churchill.. Am I ready to be
last lion with a love a deep love of animals so that I don't deeply
DEEPLY don't want to see the foxes hurt or harmed by fox-traps...
that was Churchill.. but is it me?... am I ready to take a fox into
my labyrinth of a mansion...
the fox, rogue approaches down a
sidling street outside in Connecticut or Milwaukee...
rogue: .. simple silly whimble.. sily
sly whimble me jew me down the mexico red river...
pyro is in other block street..
gigantic streams of flames issue from his hands and destroy the
window of a shop...
pyro: .. just doing my bit to clean up
the environment.. - he leaves the area without touching anything
inside the shop....
pyro walks around the block, turns a
corner .. and meets young teenage rogue on the street near a coffee
shop...
pyro: goin' in, kiddo?.. need a
coffee.. you look like you could use a coffee.. here, i'll buy you
one..
rogue: .. thanks.. hee hee .. kiddo
wacko...
pyro: yeth.. yeah.. hehe wacko pyro
that's me...
–-
magneto somewhere as if in a red
stormcloud overcoat hanging like the hanging gardens of Babylon in
the mists of clouds above the earth...
magneto: like a wicked angel sly eagle
cometh.. for I am a coyote and an eagle with the power to rock the
metals of the earth.. with a song out of my hands.. a song of
metalwork emitting from my hands... like freedom...
–-
in the coffee shop teenage rogue and
pyro are sitting at a table...
pyro: .. so .. my first name is wacko..
as you guessed...
teenage rogue: what's your second..
pyro: pyro.. pyre.. like a pyre.. a
disappointed bridge...
teenage rogue: heheh... bridge bird..
bridge bird.. my name is bridge bird...
pyro: .. very cute name..
teenage rogue: thenk you...
pyro: .. oh.. I see you bought yourself
a coke.. a teenage diet coke drink.. I bought myself a coffee but it
might put me to sleep so you're wise with your purchase...
teenage rogue: .. diet coke.. yath..
keeps me perky and bright.. like my metabolism on no frill.. like a
delicacy vermin.. this diet coke thing.. like poison fresh
springwater to the gullet.. metabolism vermin this diet coke.. a
quicksilver thing...
pyro: .. ahh.. quicksilver.. like
mercury.. a drink like a quick wing-sandled roman god...
teenage rogue: .. oh.. by the way.. I
have some money.. I can pay you back for the diet coke...
pyro: .. wouldn't hear of it.. it
belongs to you now...
teenage rogue: .. so deeply.. so
deeply like freshwater dark heavy matter combustion like an old fuel
engine in my viscera like a slimebottle cola pop-pop-pop bubblegum
pop firecracker rocket soda..
pyro: .. oh.. are those other drinks
yours on the table next door...
teenage rogue: yeth.. wath here
earlier.. i'm actually on ny fifteenth diet coke.. the coke you
bought for me...
pyro: .. keeps a man randy...
teenage rogue: yeth.. I am a randy
man...
–-
A side-long close-up of a man's eyes,
he is wearing pink-red sunglasses.. he resets them as the close-up
maintains itself..
the mysterious man walks diagonal
oblique binomial theorum “z” line down a square road-less
intersection block square area in a cosmetic suburban town and enters
a streetmarket with chair patios in the corner which opens up to an
open street-marker open shopping mall..
the mysterious man approaches a boldly
shy young man walking in a jostling gait down the street..
the mysterious man: .. ahh.. just in
time..
the other younger man: .. ahh... time
waits for no man a man like me...
the mysterious man: .. spoken like a
true x-men...
the other younger man: .. i'm a true
egg-man?.... sorry.. is that what you're saying...
the mysterious man: .. if we see eggs
as symbols of fertilization .. yes .. that's what I mean.. I'm into
student agriculture.. where the teeming masses of teenagers are my
crops.. of which you are one...
the other younger man: .. I have often
felt like an opium crop in Columbia...
the mysterious man: .. ahh.. ambitious
designs to save the planet when you start your sentances with
Columbia... I knew I found the right man.. My name is.. Scott.. and
you are...
the other younger man: Bobbie ..
Bobbie Fischer.. arrghh.. imen.. Bobbie Brown.. arrghh.. imen..
Bobbie Ingleton.. ar .. got it right the third time.. no wait.. damn
me in hell.. my name is Bobbie Ice...
Scott: .. maybe I can get you a
spritzer.. or a simple kool aid..
Bobbie: - feels a warm womb nice
ice-chill fall like a nightingale shadow over him - … I think
they're going to have to invent a kool-aid woman to save the day this
time...
Scott: .. ahh.. we've got lots of
willing women on the team...
Bobbie: .. ahh.. my time of guys.. of
GUYYSS.. you guy-women you...
Scott: .. oh yarhth.. the women on our
team are real guys.. soo guys.. so rugby these women.. real guy women
these girl women on our team.. you couldn't go more guy...
Bobbie: .. I feel I have talents.. or
powers... or aptitudes.. which are grossly inappropriate for this
team...
Scott: .. ahh.. we've got tinker toys
at our school which can help with your powers.. make them suitable
for the demeanour and stylings and human décor of our team...
Bobbie: oh.. wait.. human décor..
sorry.. is that the most polite way to talk about your
guy-teammates.. I mean.. human décor...
Scott: .. I have recently become a very
impatient man.. impatient now as well with my words.. it's a fault in
the earth to begin my career upon as team leader.. an earthquake
fault for me as team leader to go upon...
Bobbie: .. well.. sounds exciting ..
I'm in.. what's your team called..
Scott: - smiles - .. the .. uncanny..
x-men...
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