Logan sighs as he chops the lettuce with his claws. ‘Work at McDonald’s,’ Charles said. ‘You’ll help people,’ he said. Wolverine hates being reduced to just his claws. Emma leaves the front counter, freeing him from his duties.

He sees that you’re up next. “Welcome to McDonald’s, bub,” he says in a tough. Raspy voice with a hint of a Canadian accent. “What can I get you?”