X-Men #112 (August) Magneto Triumphant.
Chris Claremont, John Byrne, Terry Austin.
Having cornered the X-Men in a sideshow caravan, Magneto flies them all off into space, meaning they can't knock him out because he's keeping them alive, although I'm sure Phoenix could have come up with something. None of this has anything to do with Mesmero or his circus of doom. Magneto points out that he's never even met the man and simply happened to be passing, also failing to shed further light on the robot version of himself we saw revealed as an imposter back in X-Men #58 - ten fucking years ago. Anyway, the lad flies our gang to the south pole, to his massive underground base—well, one of his massive underground bases - then makes them captive by means of technology which reduces them all to infancy in terms of motor coordination, being able to form words, and presumably wiping their own arses. This is to teach them a lesson. Alpha reduced the magnetically empowered nutcase to infancy back in Defenders #16 and, even though it was his own fucking fault, Magneto now invites the literally blameless X-Men to give account of how much they like them apples.
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