Gambit's Phrased Water

The affably sharp gifted mutant Gambit makes-way to Boardwalk-town for Earth-world engagements of comforts/caging.

X-Men (Marvel Comics) fanfiction for Manic-Monday, 

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Atlantic City's tourism-imaged Boardwalk of wood-men walkers for hospitality superstitions of Earthlings is where we find our protagonist of this tale, the uncanny Gambit, member of the gifted mutant heroes known as the X-Men, trained/reared/cultured by their telepath-mentor (Professor-X) who sought to cast the heroes as angels of civilization (American Homeland) fencing for the chemistry of wrought democracy-design (for leviathan/uncertainty!).

Gambit had been prior-busy working against the rival mutant villainess Medusa whose extra human powers and wire textures of strength and hair made her something of a nemesis for civilization fortune mezzanines of the heart (damn). Well, Gambit had completed his mission dealing with Medusa, a mutant of adversarial 'IQ' who herself was part of the villain-mutants of powers reared/trained by the wily-captain Magneto (a some-time enemy of Professor-X). Gambit was now set to think of something else, something with some Boardwalk-vacation mindfulness and thought of the duality of Atlantic City defenses/fencing and post-mission recreation-game art of life (sure).

Gambit's agenda for simplified duality was short-timed, however, when the sharp energized-toys throwing super agile mutant pupil of the valiant Professor X was engaged by a new brand of terrorism in the form of a Boardwalk crossing circus-arts veiled maniac (dressed as a demon-clown!) calling himself Balloon-Badman ('BB').

BB: Welcome to Atlantic City, X-Man (ha).

GAMBIT: We friendly X-Men work as fencing heroes for the Professor, fool.

BB: You sense my badness and I reveal my balloons have deadly-gas (ha).

GAMBIT: Well, I'll pop your vanities with my cards by the ocean, fool.

BB: Facebook-like?

PROFESSOR X: What'd you gather by the Boardwalk, Gambit-pal?
GAMBIT: Professor, I had to pop the balloons of a crossing bad-clown.

PROFESSOR X: That town has been built on the daydream walls for USA.

GAMBIT: Capitalist retreat and tourist chandelier; and fool-clowns too!

PROFESSOR X: I read in the online headlines this 'Badman' found therapy?

GAMBIT: After popping his bad-balloons Professor, I ensured his pro-care.

PROFESSOR X: Good...that's what's needed (now!) for sportsmanship-gods.

GAMBIT: Thanx, doc.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)