<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em><strong>Gamoran in Disbelief</strong></em></span></div><hr/><br/>Gamoran shook his head, distracted from his impending conversation by the loud, boisterous words of the one who called himself Logan.  He frowned.  Even Pip the Troll wasn't as rude as this one.  As Logan insinuated that wanted to have sex with Ororo he found himself getting angry.  Why was he getting angry?  That was absurd.  It must be due to his desire to see such rudeness met with a proverbial slap across the face.  Nevermind that the implications regarding Carol didn't seem to bother him quite as much.  No, he was offended by the very notion of it all... that's the ticket.  He finally had heard enough... narrowed eyes cast upon the short, hairy guy.<br/><br/><strong>"You need to change your attitude, Logan.  These are your allies, not your enemies... although should you keep things up, that will likely change.  You will address your fellow Avengers with the basic respect they deserve or you will not last long on this team.  If you want to be a loner, that's fine... I understand the appeal of such.  Go ahead, push everyone away and make yourself a social Thrak'bet amongst us until such time that you get tired of living like that and just walk out the doors for good.  Of course, you could save yourself the trouble and walk out those doors now."</strong><br/><br/>He motioned toward the doors.<br/><br/><strong>"Or... you could... what's the Terran term, 'man up' and try and make yourself a part of this team, which includes getting along with everyone."</strong><br/><br/>He crossed his arms, watching Logan with a stern look.  If he attacked, Gamoran would be prepared... but he did not tense in preparation for such either.<br/><br/><strong>"The choice is yours, Logan."</strong>