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C.J. rolled his eyes. "Next time, I'm just gonna pop a cap in fat boy's a** and just call it square." he said as he dried his hands off. He wasn't gonna bother with the death threat. "Well, if you DO, then you only get a portion of lardass's bucks. I'da given ya all of it but yeah . . . hog-sticker." he drawled.

His annoyance couldn't be any more obvious if it had a neon sign above his head.

"Which reminds me!" *puts a neon sign up over C.J.'s head that reads:

YES, I'M ANNOYED AT YOU.

Then flashed over to:

TACO BELL 3 BLOCKS OVER. THEY HAVE QUESO BLANCO!

AND FINALLY . . .

PLEASE GO AWAY!

*

. . . well, I lied. That's beyond obvious. That's pretty much beating it into their heads with a hammer!

((Subtle as a hand grenade))

Which led C.J. to look up and see the new neon sign over his head. "Okay, was that YOUR writers or mine that decided to give my thoughts free advertising?!" he asked, confused. Nice touch with the neon though. he thought. Thanks, it was my idea . . . sorta.

((Who's gonna pay the bill?))

"Fisk will after dinner if we can juuuuuuuuuuust stay away from the cranky-a** Katana lady."

C.J. shrugged. "Is kinda nice. Girlfriend flipped out when she met the writers. Not a good decision on my part . . ." he said with a shrug. Well, hey, don't look at me, I tried!

((It didn't work, but we tried!))

"Y'know, it WOULD make sense if Lady Dead-pizzle and I were toge-!!" *hit by a sign that says "YOU'RE TAKEN, MORON!" written on it.* "oh yeah . . . good to know!"

((Meh, could be worse. Why do I have a feeling this is gonna get awkward?))

C.J. smirked a little as she gabbed. "Well, I MAY know somebody who knows somebody who knows Johnny. May be back in my home 'verse though. But hey, it could happen." he mentioned. "Try Ryan Reynolds. I know he's trying to get that Deadpool movie finally shot. At least last I heard!"

Actually, LD, I DO have a little inside information! Technically single in the reboot AND in Arkham. Just y'know lovesick as hell in one and "meh, s**t happened" in the other one.

"Hey, dummy, we haven't been POSTING over there for a while! We need to fix that."

((Sorry, my fault . . . kinda lost track. But hey, your call! Was gonna see where we could go to where the show starts and all that.))

So while our writer goes to make that happen, C.J. smirked. "Yeah, that's always fun. By the way, you missed it earlier, Cheech Marin was a cabbie!" he said with a smile and relaxed. "I'd bring that up with Ryan. I think his Twitter's out there somewhere. Let's make this happen! Hopefully better than our audition for Stan Lee. It no work . . ." he said with a shrug. Well, is it WRONG that we're pretty much Deadpool WITHOUT the mask? And the Cancer? And the healing fa-!!!

((*cups the narrator's mouth with his hand* SHHH!!!! They don't need to know that!!!))

Wuff va fmmck, mnn?! *mumble mumble mumble* (WHAT THE ********, MAN?! We already died once!!!)

C.J. chuckled a little bit. "Hey, I know it ain't personal. Except for Deathstrike. She owes the circus about five hundred grand for the new railroad car. But yeah, nothing personal. Besides, whaddaI gotta fear about Fatass? I have a gu-!!" he said, but was looking for it. "Uh . . . well, I HAD a gun. I just forgot it. Probably left it in the jet. No biggie. By the way, should we go spring what's-her-name outta the Land of the Unliving first?" he asked. Well, that was gonna be hard to explain to Misty later.

"So we sorta maybe made up the whole 'getting fired from the circus and Misty abandoning us' story?"

Not quite. Stick around.

"Uuuh, this may bite us in the a**!"

((HEY! IDIOTS! She can jump the wall just as bad as WE can!))

Oooh shite.

C.J. shrugged. "As far as Marvel's usually concerned, she's MILES away from the action. Who's gonna get 'er while I'm gone for a little bit? Bowling-Ball man?" he asked rhetorically, chuckling even. Careful, Benoit . . . that's a bit of famous last words if I ever heard 'em.

"Eh, perhaps a little carelessness'll open up more plot."

((Nickle for everytime THIS happened in the past several months RP time, we'd be millionaires.))

He smirked, then winked at Lady Deadpool. "Tell y'what, we MIGHT be able to get them friends on the other side to send me back here in time, but just in case, better leave some cash." he said, pulling out forty bucks. Oughta cover everything but Mist' being mad at me. he thought. "There we go. Okay, I reckon I cover the charge with the waiter and then we poof out. Piece of cake." he said.

. . . cocky li'l b*****d, ain't he?

"Funny, it worked for Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone. I think it'll be alright. We got the writers . . ." he said and got really close to Lady Deadpool's ear. "And confidentially, she thinks this s**t's REAL. Not the relationship, THAT is, but really?! Gunfights, escapes, fighter jets and all?" he asked. "That's OUR level of wacky!"

"For the record, DO NOT try this s**t at home!"

((HOW CAN THEY?! We especialize in the ridiculous. The only one doing anything RELATIVELY close to possible is Dun' if you can find Patrick Stewart!))

Hey, I'd eat lunch with Patrick Stewart!

C.J. shrugged. "I don't know how to get down there. Bat-Mom don't have a 'bat-land-of-the-unliving-portal' device on that thing, does she?" he asked, smirking a little bit.

"Well, something tells me THIS is gonna be interesting. We don't even know how to GET there!"

((It's Bat-Mom's gear, there's GOTTA be a button on there that has it. Adam West'd have a button for it!))

"That's 'cause he's Adam West's Batman. He thought of EVERYTHING!"

What about the ti-!

"EVERYTHING!!!"

C.J. smirked a little. All of a sudden thing's weren't so bad. Spotting the waiter as he came out the door, he flagged him over. "I know it's strange, but this and the tip's for you. I'm afraid I got called on a business trip." he said as he nodded to Wanda.

"Okay, hit it!" he said as the waiter gave him the eye.