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Chapter 3 by splotch splotch

How does this happen?

Mojo is looking for entertainment

Mojo, the giant blob of an alien, skittered about his office in his crab like walker. He was frantically reading the weekly viewing numbers for his massive entertainment network. In the background Major Domo, his assistant stood calmly at attention, and Spiral, the six armed teleporting enforcer, sulked in the shadows, waiting for orders.

"This is awful! Dreadful! A Calamity!" Mojo whined. "Our viewership is down for the third week in a row! It's a ratings war baby and we're loosing!"

"If I may sir." Major Domo grabbed a remote and pressed a button. Instantly the hundreds of screens in the room lit up. They all showed the X-men, in the midst with a battle against a rogue Sentinel.

"The X-men always give a ratings boost." Major Domo pointed out.

"Been there! Done that!" Mojo slathered. "THey're old news, we can't keep beating the dead horse!"

"...I take your point." Major Domo said dryly.

Mojo was about to keep ranting, but paused. One monitor caught his eye: He saw Storm, the weather witch, firing lighting from her fingers. As she did so her large bust warbled wildly.

"Hey Domo, people like looking at boobs right?" Mojo asked, eyes locked on the screen.

"...I believe so sir." Major Domo sighed.

"Well I've got our ratings booster!" Mojo exclaimed. "Not the X-men, the X-women! a sexy, adult action adventure! Action, sex appeal, **** and mayhem... it'll have it all!"

"I see." Major Domo nodded. Just then spiral stepped forward.

"Should I teleport them in?" She asked. "Which ones?"

"Bring me all the women in the X-men!" Mojo exclaimed!

What's next?

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