Take your pick. I'm a mercenary? I kill people? A lot of people. I never shut up? I'm technically more of a mutate than a mutant? Depending on who you ask. Oh, or they didn't like the spicy beef chili I made for dinner that one time?

How was I supposed to know that it would flare up Beast's IBS? That man can absolutely wreck a toilet, goddamn!

[He pulls out a tray and sets four slices on it before popping it in the oven to heat up, noting.] Too many people toss their cold pizza in the microwave to heat it up. Fucking animals, honestly. You lose all the crispiness that way.