"Arrrrgh!" Apocalypse flays you and carpets his game room with your inferior skin. His fellow villains like Mr. Sinister and the Four Horsemen comment on the updated look when they stop by to play pool.
"So you finally went on TLC's Trading Spaces like I kept bugging you to, " says Pestilence.
"But I wanted you to trade with me," whines Mr. Sinister. "I had so many genetically-engineered little touches to suggest. For instance," he pulls out a large rounded lump from his pocket, "I was saving this for Christmas."
"Awww, a seething globular mass of cells," says Apocalypse. "How thoughtful. But those Trading Spaces designers are INFERIOR decorators. I did it myself."
"Ohhhh." All his guests nod sagely.
And you remain quite flayed. But we'll happily put you back together if you want to go on another date.
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