Why yes, my brain is a very strange place.

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After writing Xavier's comment in this post, I was struck with the sudden mental image of Magneto's helmet as a hollow shell filled with IHOP twin-berry syrup.

Which then led to this short conversation, somewhere in the depths of Brotherhood headquarters . . .

"Uh, boss? You're leaking again."

"Damn. That's the third elegant maroon suit these stains have ruined. I simply must find a more effective material. One that isn't quite so messy."

*pause*

"Toad, if you lick my helmet one more time, I'm going to send Mystique after you with another syringe of iron filings."

"Sorry, boss."