The Vice President immediately frowned, but he still patiently said, "I'm looking for Charles Xavier, Professor X. The Presidential Palace hopes to speak with him face-to-face..."
"I already told you, the Professor is busy!" Polaris's impatient voice came through. "What are you, some telemarketing company? You've called several times in barely ten minutes. Do you know how busy we are? Who has time to sit by the phone waiting for your calls?!"
"But... what is Professor X busy with? What are the Mutants busy with?" The Vice President immediately sensed that something was wrong. The background noise on the call was extremely chaotic, as if there were a battle going on. Then Polaris's voice became faint, as though she had covered the receiver to speak to someone else.
"Wolverine!! What are you doing?! I told you already! Don't touch the spaceship's control console! Your claws are so sharp—what if you scratch the buttons? And you! Cyclops! Put your glasses on! Was blowing a huge hole in the ship's deck last time not enough?"
"Where do you think this is? Your crappy school? This is the escort ship His Majesty Thanos assigned to us! If you blow this ship up, just wait for Thanos's wrath..."
After saying that, Polaris uncovered the receiver and said with extreme impatience, "What President? The president of one single country on Earth wants to talk officially with us? Even His Majesty Thanos personally negotiates with our leader. Who do you think you are..."
"Lorna! Lorna! Don't be like that..." A gentle voice rang out. The Vice President heard the sound of the receiver being passed over, then Charles's voice came from the other end. "My apologies, Mr. President. Lorna has been run ragged lately, and she's in a bad mood. I apologize on her behalf..."
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