I'm not burying this one in a comment.

Jay seems to think that I don't have balls. And since I know he sure as damn well knows I have actual ones, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and think he means that I'm a fucking chicken.

I'm not sure where the fuck he got that idea, except that I said I wasn't gonna go fighting Magneto, and that I wasn't about to go get anywhere near Sabretooth.

Huh, maybe that's because the guy ripped out a couple feet of my intestines that I had to grow back. Oh, and I almost died and I broke my ankle, which totally sucked.

Maybe it's because I know DAMN WELL what I can and can't do and fighting guys like that aren't it.

I don't know what the FUCK your problem is, Guthrie, but not wanting to get hurt that bad again isn't being chicken.