For a while now, he'd been sleeping in [i]the[/i] most uncomfortable spring mattress known to mutantkind--his poor, crooked spine was not faring well in those conditions. And since the wound on the back of his hip hadn't quite healed yet (he might not have minded taking the shot for Firestar if she hadn't been being such a [i]bigot[/i] at the time, though he hoped he'd made some sort of impression in the girl), he was in a world of hurt when he woke up on the (hot?) hard ground. 

Toad sat up groaning, and rolled out the stiffness in his lower spine before taking a look around.

Then a very unattractive yelp of alarm escaped his mouth and he jumped back, away from the hot-sauce-looking death. Was that...was that [i]lava[/i]? You've got to be shitting him. This certainly wasn't the ruddy apartment he'd been staying in, he had to on another circle of hell [i]entirely[/i].

[color=82ca9d][b]"...The [i]fuck[/i]?"[/b][/color]