(The bar scene)

Our young heroine enters a smoke-filled bar in Canada.  She carefully scans the building and its partisans.  She looks to the left, she looks to the right, she looks in a big frickin' metal cage-Bingo! A rather hairy man occupies the space in the cage.  This is the one, she has found him.  It's time to kick some ass.

"Oh boy!  In all my years, I've never seen anything like this.  Are you going to let this man walk away with your money?" the emcee inquired.

"No." came the reply from a soft, yet firmly resolved voice.
 

The Wolverine glances around the dive.  He notices her walking toward him.  Her dark hair, her graceful body, her sword?  Well, this was different.

He leered at her as she entered the cage.  "Who the hell are you darlin'?"

"I am Xena, warrior princess!"

From the director's chair came an exasperated "Wrong set, Lucy."

"Oops.  Carry on."

(Bar Scene 2)

The defeated cage-fighter crept up behind the mighty Wolverine.

"You owe me.  Nobody takes a beating like that without a mark to show for it."

"You lost your money, you keep this up, you'll lose something else.  Stupid-head."

 "Monkey-man."

"Neo-nazi, bootcamp-haircut reject!"

"Wolverweeni!"

At that Logan roared in anger and his claws leapt out of his hands.  He pinned the other man to the wall and was about to say something when he felt a gloved hand smack him upside the head.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph!  Watch where you point those things, you could poke someone's eye out!  Honestly, what were you thinking?" the little lady from the south admonished him.

Logan looked thoroughly crestfallen.  He pondered the question.  "Oh uh, the problem was, I wasn't thinking."

"That's what I thought.  Now drop and give me 20!" Rogue commanded.

"Yes Ma'am!" Logan and Neo-nazi reject boy shouted at once.  They dropped to the ground and did Rogue's bidding.