“What’s your mutation? Teleportation? Laser Eyes? Weaponized Tornadoes?”
“…I… I can smell ants... how about yours?”
“Oh… well… my mutation is that cilantro tastes like chalk to me.”
“What’s your mutation? Teleportation? Laser Eyes? Weaponized Tornadoes?”
“…I… I can smell ants... how about yours?”
“Oh… well… my mutation is that cilantro tastes like chalk to me.”