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