oof

[voice-to-text on]

Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and Doc Jean, and Clarice, for painkillers.

Side note, things I do not thank Clarice for, this gaudy as heck phone case. I think it might have rhinestones on its rhinestones.

Everything hurts, and I lost half of an arm, but at least we prevented a robot body with pieces of the Danger Room and Cerebro in it? Yay team.

No, voice to text, when I say Cerebro I mean Cerebro, not whatever the heck you just tried to autocorrect it to. I swear to crap, you're worse than Clippy.

Also who programmed this voice to text to filter out all the swear words? Was it me? It was probably me. Congratulations, self, you played yourself.

Heck.
Crap.
Fudgesicle.

TURBO BONER.

Haha, take that, me.

Where was I? I mean, physically speaking I was in the Medlab. Mentally speaking, who knows. These are some really good narcotics.

Don't do drugs, kids.

Also don't stick your arm into a hunk of white hot metal.

[voice to text off]