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Tike to Captain America: “This sticky, sweaty goo will keep you tied up long enough for you to chew over the imperialist crimes of your race.”

The Anarchist from X-Statix has all the good lines. That one’s up there with “We’re crazy superstar mutants! We can rip up that whole bourgeois, tight-assed, girlfriend/boyfriend book!”. After a bit of a lull over the last year, X-Statix seems to have picked up plenty, especially on the dialogue front. It’s quite Whedonesque — and on the Whedon front, how about this stuff from the soon-to-be-departed Angel, where the writing staff of late have been consistently out-Whedoning Whedon:

Illyria: All I am is what I am. I lived seven lives at once. I was power and the ecstasy of death. I was god to a god. Now, I… I’m trapped. On a roof. Just one roof. In this time. In this place with an unstable human who drinks too much whiskey and called me a smurf. You don’t worship me at all, do you?

and…

Spike [sound of can tab opening]: What? I’m listening. With beer.

Angel: Forget it. This isn’t a meeting, this is you being annoying.

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And it just gets better with the Japanese Von Bondies Experience: Chris actually did lovesong karaoke with someone who used to go out with Jack White. Am I embarrassing him enough? Perhaps not.