Standing with her arms crossed over her bust and a foot tapping over the wooden floor Mystique glared angrily at the gigantic ball of lard sitting at the couch watching television and shoveling an entire bucket of fried chicken into his mouth. Fred Dukes
or the Blob as he was known by his allies and enemies took up all three seats on the groaning couch laughing at a comedy porgram before gulping down another drum stick, totally oblivious to the blue skinned mutant staring daggers at his portly frame.
"Mystique he did it again." Whispered Martinique the Mastermind as she came up from behind her leader. "The fridge is empty and I think he ate all the sugar for the coffee too."
The slight bulge of a vein formed over the shape-shifter's forehead as she continued to stare down at Dukes, coughing up bone splinters as he laughed at a particular joke on tv. For years his strength was quite invaluable but when they weren't fighting the
X-Men or causing a scene in the name of mutant superiority the 'fat-sack-o-crap' as Toad often described Fred, ate them out of house and home and ruined furniture every where he went.
"And I'm not too sure but I think he ate one of the house plants, you know, the one in YOUR room."
Breathing in deeply Mystique stepped in front of Fred between him and the television and turned it off. "Hey.... I was watching that, Buuuuurp....." The sprinkled remains of fried chicken skin fell out of his mouth after shaking the walls with his belch.
Smacking the bucket out of his hands Mystique inched closer to the fat man and sneered out her anger.
"Look here you bloated worthless bag of... NOT AT MY TITS! I've had enough of this from you."
Her yelling had attracted the rest of the Brotherhood to come from their respected places in the hideout they stayed in, all gathering around their leader and the Blob who was getting a tongue lashing, before Mystique raised a pointed finger between his
eyes.
"You are going on a diet!!!!!!!!! And so help me if you continue to take up more space than a Buick I'm going to put a muffler up your ass and a license plate over that greasy forehead of yours!"
Her only response was another belch, followed by a stray leaf floating out of his mouth between the two.