Cyclops and his off-puttingly tiny hands would like you to fall into step with the Merry Marvel Marching Society

There seems to be an implied threat with Cyclops here, in that his itty bitty right hand his only inches away from tapping the side of his ruby-quartz visor and zapping you into oblivion. JOIN THE M.M.M.S. OR DIE, MARVELITE. Another cross to be borne for the leader of Professor X’s gifted youngsters, I suppose. The guy can’t even look at you without making you flinch in fear.

I recall the Lord of the Rings trilogy giving Middle Earth nerds the chance to have their names in the credits to Expanded Edition DVDs. Same principle here, I guess.