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 Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 11:09 pm
 The last thing he remembered was sitting back in his lounge chair watching TV, blabbing on about the Olsen twins and shouting things about Bea Arthur. Then BAM here he was face down on a dirt path in some wooded area, a place he'd never been before (or at least not that he could recall) and furry. Yes furry. He seemed to now be walking on all fours (which was not easy for him first to grasp) and he was furry. Long ears, three tails, not a single clue as to what or how it happened.
To make matters worse, or perhaps better there was a small creature following him. The creature happened to be his best friend and also happened to have somehow been placed into a small furry form. Clearly his mind was going, or wait...No. Clearly he was knocked out or something and then someone cast a spell or threw him in a worm-hole. Something like that.
"I'm tellin'ya Weas." the costumed male began speaking with a very odd, yet distinctive voice. "We must have triped into some other dimension." He paused, a brow arching under his mask, though enough for the facial feature to show through. "Think they have Bea Arther in this place?" He stared at the one he had just called 'Weas', who seemed to be mumbling things to himself, in somewhat of a panic.
"And maybe some meatloaf." the one clad in red spoke again, turning his attention from the tiny critter beside him. Slowly he began to walk forward again, his friend following slowly behind. "I hope they don't have clowns, those terrible clowns putting smiles and bringing joy to all the children of the world. I hope they all DIE!"
"Wade..." Soon came the meek voice of the small one. "Another dimension or not, how do we get out of here?" a question he knew that 'Wade' would not know the answer to, but hey he'd say it to get the guy's mind on that track. "I mean I don't know about you, but I don't really want to be stuck as some small furry....thing."
"Hey, I bet we'll get all the chicks this way." came Wade's reply. "They all love furry animals right?" His long ears flicked up as he blinked. "Do I still think in those yellow boxes?" He glanced about the air, no yellow boxes, nothing. "Oh yellow boxes~"
"Wade, you're talking out loud."
"Am I?"
"Yes..."
"Well the boxes must be broken."
Weasel sighed, as he shook his head.
"C'mon Weas, we're breaking down the forth wall here!" the costumed one smiled, or perhaps it was grined. "Besides how are we going to figure out how to get out of this dimension and back to our own if we don't explore a little."
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 12:36 pm
 Not far away a pretty silver-haired Nobody was playing catch with herself. Yes, catch. Teleporting was awesome like that, she could toss the ball a ways off and teleport over to catch it. Would have been more fun with someone else there, but no one else was around. ...Or were they?
Being that she was floating up in the air as per usual and Deadpool's bright red outfit stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of all the green and brown of the woodlands, she spotted him fairly easily. She also noted the mask, the weapons, and was forced to immediately assume he was some sort of ninja or something, which was almost as awesome as teleporting, and probably more entertaining that playing catch with yourself.
Drifting closer, overhead in fact, she dropped her bouncy ball in front of him. It, being bouncy, hit the ground and bounced back up where she could catch it. For some reason Bryna had a penchant for announcing her presense with such antics rather than verbally. The verbal barrage generally waited until after she'd been noticed.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 3:10 pm
The small creature let out another sigh, as he lifted a furry hand to brush back his now very puffy hair. "Come on Wade, be serious-"
"I am serious Weasel." Wade turned his head, looking to Weasel, his long ears perked up like a rabbits. "Give me a couple weeks, and maybe I can bodyslide us outta here." he gave a nod, before turning his gaze back infront of him. Tails flicked slowly behind him, as he thought to himself. 'Ok, I could try bodysliding back to my dimension. But with Cable dead...No, not back yet, I might not be able to teleport back to the right dimension and of course there's trying to find a way to bring Weasel back with me. @$&! writters. Oh well he's the smart one, he'll figure something out. . . . . . . . . . I have to pee. . .Man I miss those yellow boxes.'
The two continued to walk, silent for a quite some time, which was very odd for the one known as Wade to have his mouth shut for so long. Perhaps it was all the thoughts running though his psychotic head that was keeping him quiet for the time being, but either way, Weasel was enjoying it simply for the fact that it gave him time to figure out how they could get back to their home. Get back to Earth. Hey was this an alternate Earth, or some other planet entirly? Not that knowing would really help in this matter, well not as far as Weasel believed.
Not only, but why was Wade bigger then he? Why were they pretty much different species in this world? And why was he so small? This would make fighting with Wade over things so much harder, not that he ever wanted to fight with his friend, but Wade did tend to be...erratic.
Objects upon Wade's belt jangled with every step, but they were soon silenced as he skidded to a halt as a ball droped from the sky before bouncing up back from where it came. "Quick Weas! We're under attack, get me my lawyer!"
Wade's attention was soon turned upwards as Weasel pointed up to what seemed to be a floating female of whatever species Wade now appered to be. "Well aren't you very nubile looking."
Weasel only lifted a hand smacking his own forehead before shaking his head.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 3:31 pm
Bryna giggled at his reaction to her bouncy ball. "If I was attacking you I'd probably just drop a rock on you. I don't think bouncy balls are designed to be good projectiles..." His comment about her caused her trail off and elicited a small, slightly puzzled smile. "Uh... what's nubile? Is that a compliment?" Head tilt.
Curiosity got the better of her after giving Weasel a second examination and she landed and padded over to get a closer look. "You have a guardian? I've never seen one before... and where did you get those neat clothes? Do you come from a Before like my dad?" Not that he'd have any idea who her dad was... actually most of what she said would probably seem rather foreign until they'd had a moment to think about it.
Since she tended to have a rather short attention span she once again changed topics and sat back on her haunches so she could wiggle her arms at him. "Do you like my arm-socks? I'm Bryna!" All and sundry who encountered her were generally introduced to her arm-socks either shortly before or shortly after she introduced herself. She was quite fond of her arm-socks.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 4:19 pm
Rocks? Rocks didn't hurt as much as getting run over by a bus. Actually getting body parts choped off or shot open wasn't quite plesant either. Wait...What had the girl said? He couldn't quite recall, not that he had really been paying attention.
"You don't want to know." Weasel commented before he blinked at the furry female's next string of questions. A guardian? He was what they called a guardian in this world- wait he was a guardian of Wade?! Oh gosh, he was going to die, he was going to die a painful death, or Wade would stab him again. Did they even have hospitals here?
Oh yeah, he was a dead man walking.
Wade grined, the feature showing though his mask. "Well mon petit croissant when I fell into a vat of radioactive wast-"
"Wait, a before? What do you mean before?" Weasel quickly intrupted Wade knowing that things would start to get confusing if they didn't ask what they wanted to know now, because knowing Wade he'd take forever to get around to asking, if he even remembered the predicament they were in. "We're from another world, you wouldn't happen to know a way we could get back do you? I can't spend the rest of my LIFE as a small FURRY THING!"
"I'm Deadpool the Merc with a Mouth, and the spazz there is Weasel." The merc gave a slight nod, his black and red tails curling at the tips. "And by this time tommorow all the little kids will be wearing Deadpool underoos, because I'm Deadcool, well sometimes." After his line of dialogue his ears droped, tails tucking themselves between his legs. "I really have to pee!"
With that said the Merc with a Mouth quickly darted behind a tree to...relieve his bladder.
"So..."
A moment or two later the merc returned. "OK! Where were we? . . . . Right! You could dance with a chimichanga all night long in those things my good sir! Er...Ma'am!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 4:37 pm
Bryna decided to scan Weasel's thoughts when he didn't want to answer her question, but what he was thinking about had nothing to do with the answer to the nubile question. His next bit about wanting to get home gave her an option to answer his worries about being a guardian without giving her telepathy away, though, which was nice, because she still couldn't figure out why people freaked out about it and it was a total downer when they yelled at her for it.
"Weeell Befores are other lives. Lots of kitsusagi have Before lives from other worlds. You got turned into a guardian though... for Deadpool, I guess. Like a guide and conscience sorta thing, you don't actually have to protect him. He looks like he can take care of himself, anyway." She thought for a moment. "Well someone else asked me about getting back, but I still don't know of any way back... though I guess if you got here in the first place there's gotta be a way back, but there's people from so many different worlds here you'd probably have to be careful if you did find a way to get to another one, 'cause it might not be yours."
She wagged her tails. "It's not bad here, though! Like at my house there's tv and games and a microwave and Ifrit's got a lot of booze downstairs, though I've never had any. And he gets drunk and argues with the furniture. And all my cousins do magic, and we've got a paintball course up here on the Mountain, and the cabin isn't far from here and anyone's allowed to stay there for however long. And there's lots of rivers and stuff to swim in, and little animals to chase, and... stuff." Head tilt. "What do you guys like to do for fun?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 5:28 pm
Something about the mentioning of Weasel being like a conscience to Wade made the merc snicker for a brief moment. He had no conscience or not much of one. Being a mercenary and having none ment that he wouldn't care for those he killed and so, it made life a whole lot easier. Unless of course that darn Cable messed with his head and he felt for a moment as though he had a conscience, but he didn't have one, or much of one so the comment was a tad amusing.
Thinking of Cable, he was actually starting to miss the guy.
So they weren't the only ones! This was good news, there were others out there from other worlds, perhaps even some from their world. They had a chance. "So there is a chance we can get back!" Weasel's face lit up for a fleeting moment, before diving back down into a 'we don't have a chance' look.
His ears drooped at what Bryna said next. No way back? No one out of all that had come from other world had found their way back? This was quite unsetteling, and he was not pleased to hear this. He'd have to put his brain to the test and see if he couldn't come up with some sort of machine to get them back home and back to normal. After all he'd built so many things and been through so much because of Wade, how hard could building something to bring them home be? He build the PENETRATOR after all...It couldn't be too hard...Could it?
TV, mircowaves (which of course ment microwaved pizza and the like), booze. He'd like it here. Oh yeah. This place didn't seem so bad. He'd figure out how to use all his weapons with his new...Paws? And then oh he'd be so cool this world wouldn't know what hit it. Unless they didn't have Bea Arthur, then the world would be like a living hell. Gotta have Bea Arthur.
Games, paintball...Paintball..Guns...Paintball...Paintball..Paint- GUNS. Oh yeah he was going to like it here. He was going to like it a lot.
'But there is the thing about the yellow boxes. There aren't any yellow boxes. What happened to my first person narrative?'' Wade began to ponder on this for all of two seconds, before his attention was diverted. He'd get back to thinking about it later.
"Wel...I like watching Battlestar Galactia a-"
"-Weasel works on making me guns. I like killing things and snuffing the life out of those evil clowns. And money, gotta have that. well he was a mercenary after all. "Oh and I li-"
Weasel ellbowed him in the arm, knowing that he'd probably say something innapropriate and then who knew if this Bryna would help them out any more.
[ -cries because her post was eaten twice as she was posting it- -so hopes she doesn't have to rewrite it again- ]
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 6:04 pm
Bryna tilted her head at Weasel, brow furrowed, and shook her head. "No, no, I didn't say no one's gotten back. Just if anyone has I haven't heard about it. I mean... if they wanted to leave that bad why would they come back to tell someone they managed to leave? The people I know from Befores are just... still here, for whatever reason." Telepathy for the win. But that one might not be as noticable...
"My dad likes guns too. The people he lives with don't usually let him have them, since he'd probably shoot people in the butt or fire off a few rounds in the middle of the night. It's funny but they don't have that good a sense of humor, I guess." The mention of killing things left her utterly unphased, though the mention of evil clowns made her curious. "Evil clowns? I've never seen one of those. Are they ugly?"
Weasel's actions and inherent thoughts that followed made her even more curious. What exactly was it that Deadpool kept almost saying that he didn't want her to hear? "What was he going to say that you think would make me mad? 'Cause it won't. I don't have enough of a heart to feel emotions most of the time, much less get mad." No malice, no teasing... she was being utterly matter of fact about it, like she was just commenting on the weather.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 9:40 pm
Weasel gave a nod "Oh.." It took all of one second for him to realize that he had never mentioned that, and had only thought it. Then how did she? How...? Holy crap she could read minds. "You're a telepath?!" he shouted, quite surprised. Well, just because this was a different world didn't mean that there weren't any supers out there. Those with abblities that weren't common among the norm. Ok so...She could read his mind, probably not Wade's what with the whole fluxing of his brain cells, but she could read his, he knew at the most.
This was so unexpected.
What was he to say? What was he to think? Should he ask for some privacy amongst his thoughts or was that rude? Wait, wasn't it the rude thing to be rummaging though someone's thoughts in the first place? ...She was probably hearing this all in his head right now. Oh...
Wade canted his head to the side, a telepath? This girl was one of those psychics? "So she's like the bald dude that created the X-Men" the red clad merc commented. 'Like a much better looking Professor X. A much much better looking Professor X. . . . . . Hmmmmmm? The yellow boxes still haven't come back? Well I hope they do soon, I'm starting to miss those guys. All the good times we've had together.'
Wade listened rather intently for the first time since he had gotten to this pirticular world "I like the way your dad thinks. Speaking of guns, Weas you've got to make me a new one. I've got a plan. Got to get myself established as a mercenary around these parts until we get out of this world however the writters plan on doing it."
Weasel blinked and looked at Wade's belt. "You mean to tell me we ended up here, with practically all your weapons and you don't have even one of your guns?"
"No...I mean yes...What?" He stood upon his hind legs, blanching himself quite well. Looking about his belt and his many weapons he gave a nod and returned to all fours. "Must have left it at home. Just build me a new one."
A rather displeased look found it's way to Weasel's face. Always building weapons for him. Sheesh.
Clowns? Ah yes, those. "All clowns are evil Bryna. All of them. Bringing joy and laughter to the children of the world! They are bringers of hope and represent all the is pure and they must all DIE!"
The next thing Wade heard was music to his ears. "See why can all women be like that. No emotions. No getting mad at you for throwing out the cat or eating the last of the cheesy puffs. Not being too clingy or over dramatic. None of that. You are looking more nubile by the minute. -Oh there was this one time, and this lady, and man best eight bucks I ever spent. But I don't really remember much of it. But it was the best eight bucks I ever spent!"
"Is it REALLY the time to be talking about your personal life?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 10:19 pm
Bryna tilted her head and finally snickered at Weasel. "If it makes you feel any better I'm only reading surface thoughts. The ones you're "saying" at the time. I get yelled at for it sometimes but... times like right now it's just funny." Bryna was sweet around family... but she'd always had a harder edge to her and it seemed to show up more now that she'd grown. Weasel probably wasn't at all amused by her intrusions, but she found his reactions rather entertaining.
"X-Men? Who are they?" Head tilt. "I don't think we have those around here. Maybe Kitsyn would know about them... she seems to know about lots of worlds." She thought for a few minutes. "Actually, Kitsyn and Haisyn are probably good people for you to talk to if you do mercenary work. Kitsusagi don't usually need mercs but Haisyn can get in touch with the humans and find stuff for you maybe. That's another thing guardians are good for, since kitsu aren't built to speak human. Kitsyn and Haisyn can talk together but they're special like that..."
She seemed to have decided something and started padding off somewhere. "You guys should come to my house! There's a pool, too, and we've got a magic door that can make a copy of any room you can think of... so you can make a gun-building room or something. I guess we'll have to ask Kitsyn first before you use it but I doubt she'll mind..."
His description of clowns didn't invoke the urge to pummel things in her that it apparently did in him... she was rather neutral on the matter. Heck... she was rather neutral on most matters. Why would clowns be any different? As Deadpool kept talking though she got more and more curious about this "nubile" word. And spending eight bucks on a lady... did that mean what she thought? "Are you sure you shoulda gotten an eight dollar girl? Do you have any idea where she might have been before that? What if she was around clowns before you got there?" Not that she cared, or anything, but seriously, eight bucks was a serious potential health threat....
If Weasel disliked Deadpool's tendency to speak about things like that without thinking about it, he probably didn't like the fact that Bryna was actually conversing back about it, either. ...But his overreactions were so funny!
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 11:02 pm
Weasel scratched his head slowly, as he listened to the females words. Ok so she was just reading his surface thoughts, so his deepest most private thoughts were ok...Well for now at least.
"The X-Men are a bunch of mutants...Like me! You know we mutants have to stick together and all so I joined up with them, me and my weather controling powers!" Deadpool smiled, though it barely showed though his mask. However that current rambling of his did not last long.
"You not a mutant." Weasel's voice rang out. How many times did people have to tell him before it acutally sunk in. At least a thousand more time at least it seemed. "You're not an X-Man either, and you don't control the weather. You're just a normal....ish person with a healing factor."
Wade stared. Ok so maybe he wasn't a mutant, he had joined up with the X-Men a few times. He and Wolverine went way back. Back in Canada and the Weapon X program. Stupid people cured his caner by giving him the healing factor, but ended up leaving his body all scared and well no hair either. Oh and it made him insane. No, he was always insane...Or was he?
So a guardian could speak to the humans? And a Kitsusagi (which Wade slowly figured out that he was probably one of those) couldn't. "Wait...So there's humans here on this world? You mean even though on our world we were human on this world where there ARE humans we got suck as little animals?!" Weasel certainly wasn't too happy about that fact, that was sure.
But oh the mention of a special door intrigued the little guardain as it were. Oh he'd certainly liked to see how that worked.
"My good lady, I've been run over by a bus before and was up walking in a few minutes, I do-"
"Was that the time I caught you picking brain out of your mask?"
"Yes...But that's not the point. I can dance the chimichanga with whomever I like. Though still I did wish I had remembered the whole thing."
Weasel would have asked if Wade had been drunk that night, but he did recall that Deadpool's healing factor made it almost impossible for the guy to get drunk. Which probably ment that he had been hitting on some chick and then gotten knocked out by someone and dreamed the whole thing up. Or his mentality was going down the tube again, really it could be either.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 10:24 am
Bryna perked up at the bit about mutants and weather controlling powers... Weasel's correction dampened her enthusiasm only slightly. "Healing factor? How does that work?" Between curiosity about his healing factor whatchamathing and a random urge to see how fluffy his tails were, she wound up tugging on some of Deadpool's fur. "Fluffy," she stated, as if it wasn't already obvious.
"I don't know about mutants but lots of the Before kitsu have powers. Like Ifrit. He sets stuff on fire and he's really big and strong. And my dad has spacial and gravity distorting powers. That's why I can float around and teleport. I get the telepathy from my mom, though mine's a lot stronger. My best friend Atae is an empath, but she can only pick up on strong emotions from people she's close to... that's about it with her. And that's just some of the people at my house."
Weasel's apparent outrage about hearing about the humans made her flick her ears agitatedly at the tone of his voice. "My dad used to be human too, but he isn't now. And my best friend's granddad and his brother, and Edward Nii-chan, and my uncle... you're not the only ones. Maybe Kitsyn might have some idea why it happens but I don't."
Bryna blinked at the mention of being run over by a bus. "...Shoom would probably want you to take him to go get run over a bus if he heard about that. He likes to be the target at target practice and stuff."
Now... Deadpool's last set of statements along with some of the other things that had been said were finally starting to add up for Bryna. If she was correct in her assumption about the eight dollar girl, the fact that he kept calling her "nubile" and had right before mentioning said eight dollar girl, and that he'd also said something about her dancing with a chimichanga earlier... She stopped and turned to point a paw in his face. "Nubile has something to do with being good in bed, doesn't it? Does calling me that qualify as you hitting on me?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 12:25 pm
How the healing factor worked. Well there were so many ways to explain such a thing. "I heal faster then a normal person. You know an arm gets choped off here, maybe a few vital organs riped out there, and then a few mintutes later YAHTZEE they've regrown." Ah the healing factor was such a joy, and certainly helped him out a whole lot. Well not to mention the fact that he'd be dead without it because of his cancer.
When Bryna had commented on his fur Wade realized something. She was right! He had fur, so did that mean his scars were gone underneath his clothes? No they couldn't be, the scars were there because of his healing factor, because of his cancer, and if he still had the healing factor, he still would have his scars, new body or not.
More people with powers, more people from other worlds, most probably not mutants. Weasel's head was spining with all this information to take in. Others who were human as well being turned into furry creatures. This was ridiculous, like something out of a movie. How could any of them stand it? Well at least he had hands, while Wade was stuck with paws. So one good thing came from being a short 'guardian' or whatever he was.
"That Kitsyn sounds like she knows a lot." the small one with glasses commented. Heck if she was one of the few that had an idea as to what had happened to them he wanted to meet her.
Shoom. Getting run over. Bus . Target.
'That will be my first mercenary act, running someone over with a bus. »heh« What better way to show how amazing I am then to drive a bus over someone with paws! Brilliant plan.'
Weasel shook his head. He'd better explain what nubile ment.
"Actually the proper definition for nubile means attractive and.....developed..." Why was he explaining this? Well he wasn't going into detail about the word, that was for sure! His face was already flushing just mentioning it.
Hitting on her? Him? Never!
"I think I hurt my lip. Would you kiss it and make it better?"
"Wade..."
"What she's as ripe as-"
"-Please don't finish that..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 5:56 pm
His healing factor could do that? That was so friggen awesome! Deadpool just went up a few notches on her awesome scale, even if she was pretty sure he wouldn't want to lop something off for a demonstration.
She didn't see what Weasel's problem was with being a furry animal. It never bothered her any. Then again, she was born like this so she wouldn't know the difference. Ah... whatever. At least Deadpool seemed to be adjusting well enough for a decent conversation. Or an indecent one as the case may be.
"Kitsyn's secretive about the fact that she knows so much about the Befores, so normally I wouldn't say anything, but I figure you might need the help. Try not to blab about it."
Finally! An explanation. Was that really so hard? Apparently if the blush was any indication. "So he was saying I'm sexy and he was hitting on me indirectly?"
A brief psuedo argument later she had a niggling impression it wasn't so indirect anymore. She felt a rush of adrenaline and something she assumed was nervous excitement... and something else, but it was gone too quickly to identify. Once more void of emotion she was left with the after effect of hormones she didn't understand. "Well I couldn't kiss anything under that mask anyway... Hey, you guys are gonna come meet Kitsyn and stuff, right?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 8:27 pm
Had Bryna known Wade a little better, she would have known that if she had asked him he'd probably have demonstrated his healing factor, in one way or another. Maybe like snapping his wrist or something like that. Nothing big, that he prefered to keep actual fights or life and death situations. Well unless he was getting paid. Or if he was given really really good food. He'd even offered himself to be disected before, his insanity really had no limits.
Weasel listened nodding slowly as the female nobody spoke. Ok so this Kitsyn was secretive about things, but hey if you knew a lot about something like this pirticular situation why wouldn't you want to keep it quiet. "Yeah yeah." he uttered, he wouldn't blad about it. Well unless he was forced to. Or paid. He'd give up anything for money, quite like Wade in that area.
Weasel's ears drooped down, the tips touching the ground. Wow he was really short, that and these new ears were really long. "Well kind of..." Wade did call quite a few people nubile before and well sometimes it ment that he was saying they were hot and sometimes he ment something different by it. Sometimes he wasn't even hitting on the person. It was so hard to tell with him. Though this time Weasel guessed that it might have been something else.
Wade looked to Weasel, a rather devious look upon his face. "You know Weas, we've got to get you a girlfriend or something."
'Yeah, that's Weasel. The creepy guy that just stands in the back of the room staring at a girl he wants to ask out. Of course I could score with any of those deranged chicks he's liked...maybe. Anyways the guys got to build up some nerves, then maybe he wouldn't be so nervous about these subjects. The pansy.'
Deadpool frowned, "What, why not? I wont tell anybody sweetcheeks." he questioned, though he couldn't quite remember what he had asked. It had seemed like so long ago. "Yeah we'll go meet whoever it is, there's food there right? Some cheesy puffs perhaps?"
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