"Must we?" Sumat sarcastically lamented as Trey rushed off to greet whatever insanity was lurking around outside. Unfortunately, it seemed like, once again, the human race's love of hysteria had overtaken the place and people were muttering to each other about whatever was going on outside now, followed by masses of people heading to the doors. Sumat finally threw his upper hands to the air and chose to follow suit. Maybe it'd be something worthwhile this time.

The snake-man clambered out of his seat and attempted follow Trey, but unfortunately his size proved to be an impediment and he was held up by crowds that a smaller person could easily squeeze through. By the time he had finally arrived outside, the sight that had greeted him was probably not worthwhile at all, and would serve only to agitate him.

"Shiva... this is exactly what I need on this fine morning." He lamented, this time genuinely, as he finally got to the front of the crowd of people, including a number of riled-up students who looked like they'd just gotten out of a fight, judging by their bloodied faces.

What he saw was a group of hyper-conservatives, a few of them looking like stereotypical hillbillies, carrying around cringe-worthy signs like 'REGISTRATION OR CONCENTRATION', 'GOD HATES MUTIES', 'BULLETS BEAT FANCY-SHMANCY BIOLOGY, LOOK IT UP!', 'GO BACK TO PLANET X!', 'YOU KNOW WHO ELSE LIKED MUTIES? HITLER!' et cetera. The sight made him grumble and slide one hand across his face.

Obviously the traditional protest he'd expect in front of an institution such as this, and not the first he'd seen; he distinctly remembered getting hit in the head with a piece of Fool's Gold while leaving X-Massacre IV in San Jose. That was two years ago, and one of the main reasons why he tried to fit in more with 'normal' society was to put a stop to this sort of crap.

He knew exactly why people would support the Mutant Registration Act; the presence of a, by all accounts, genetically superior subspecies of humanity would put the majority of the population at unease, considering the damage they could do, and have done in the past. There was no denying this. This was a reasonable thing, as much as some mutants denied it. Sumat was one of the few mutants who voted in favour of Mutant ID; after all, the government tended not to be so superstitious as the public, and if one had nothing to hide, they had nothing to fear. Besides, Sumat didn't have anything to lose. He was practically a walking Mutant ID Card anyway. But of course, he still loathed these types of 'protestors', these extremists who suggested mutants should all be sent to Guantanamo Bay. They gave the majority of MutRegAct supporters a bad name.

Eventually, he decided that these imbeciles weren't really worth his time and turned around to go back inside, but was stopped once he noticed both crowds were getting riled up again. Inspecting the scene closer, he noticed one of the staff members, a feline fellow, had essentially sacrificed himself to the horde. A noble thing to do, if somewhat misguided. But it was then that he managed to catch sight of Trey again, and witnessed him doing what could only be described as an extremely slow and thoughtful 'Raise Da Roof' dance. That is, until a giant, glowing bubble appeared over the 'protestors', freezing them all solid and silencing their assorted intelligent remarks. The sight did make him smirk, but it was quickly wiped off his face when he noticed Trey casually walking over to the bubble. Sumat had no idea if he had created it or not, or how long it was going to stick around, so he managed to push his way past the crowd boundary and ran over to him and the cat fellow, stomping along the ground the whole way.

As he was about to get to the bottom of this occurrence, a rather screechy hillbilly woman came running towards him, waving around another cringe-worthy sign, apparently having avoided the mysterious ice bubble. The woman said something about Lizards, how original, and ineptly swung the sign at him, missing him completely by virtue of being about seven feet away.

Sumat responded with one of his trademark moves back in the ring, the 'One-Sided Flip', for lack of a better name. He did this by grabbing the woman by the neck with his upper left hand, and then throwing a Clothesline with his lower left arm towards her legs. When they hit her legs, he let go of her neck at the same time, making her do a backflip and landing face-first in the dirt. Before she could continue screeching, he quickly grabbed at her back with all four hands and flung her into the ice bubble, whereupon she, too, froze in mid air, complete with rabid expression.

"Let it be known..." Sumat said as he turned his attention back to Trey, rolling his shoulders around. "...That I voted in favour of their Mutant Registration Act, and they are still a disgrace. Not that they'd know what 'disgrace' means, the cretins. Oh, and for the record, I'm half-Snake, not Lizard."