Episode 037, “We, The Jury …”

X-Aspirations Episode 037
X-Men #37, October 1967
“We, The Jury…”
Written by Roy Thomas, Pencils by Ross Andru, Inked by Don Heck, Lettering by Artie Simek, Edited by Stan Lee.

What The Heck?!

In Which We Discover That Factor Three’s Mom Is Going To Be So Pissed When She Sees They Have Gotten Into Her Good Cookware, That Beast Can’t Stop Drawing To The Inside Straight, And That If You Face The GuardBot You Won’t Be Sitting Down For A Week!

I just want to tell you both good luck. We’re all counting on you.

I am getting pretty mother f-ing tired of all these mother f-ing exploding snakes on this mother f-ing plane!

Awesome idea, Hank! Now hand me my chute. Hank? Hank?!


Jean was the only one who enjoyed the ice slide.  Maybe it was because she didn’t have balls.

I’ll take the Blunderbuss. Last time I got the whoopee cushion gun. It just farts.

This was the last time the X-men would attend a Phish concert.

Not even evil mutants can get out of Jury Duty!

When “All the Single Ladies” starts up, everybody gets to the dance floor.

The Beast was a surprisingly ineffective personal trainer.

The Bio Dome went up in flames, just like everything else Pauly Shore touched.

Professor X felt left out when the team went ahead and got matching permanents.

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