that smelled like teen spittle, steeped in the accumulated desperation of every social maladroit who had attended MHS since 1955. Lewis could not see or hear well in the big-brain headpiece, and was gyrating spastically a half beat behind.

Go, Mutants!

the cheerleaders chanted as the Mutant slapped his coccyx.

Go, go, go . . . Mutants!

 

From Go, Mutants!, p. 155

Hey, hey, Mighty Mutants

We’re gold and green

And mighty mean

Get out of our way

We got hot D-N-A!

(whereupon they touched their steaming behinds)

Yesssssssssssssssss.

Dancing randomly beside the cheerleaders was Manny the Mutant, Lewis Seuss in a dingy green rubber suit