"What is to be done with us, good Master?" wondered Jean Grey.
Jim thought it over, and realized he's been greedy. "First, I command some of you to return. Diane, Cherry, Tulip, Purgatori: you may return to whence you came. The rest, can stick around.
Jim was pleased to see the four obediently vanish. Lady Death stepped forward, apparently taking a leadership position among the remaining seven. "Then, it is settled? We seven shall remain?"
"You bet," said Jim.
Jim held his breath as the seven superfemmes converged on him with smiles and fondling hands and heavy breathing.
"Ohhh, Jim," Lady Death purred, in a way similar to how she had seduced Lucifer before striking out against him, her white mind-draining megamams mashing pleasantly against Jim's chest, "we just have one itsy-bitsy favor to ask of you. You wouldn't happen to know where we can all find Kirstin, do you?"
"Kirstin? ... Kirstin who?"
There was a darkness to how they all chuckled, and Jim began to worry.
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