[Deadpool appears on the Plane at attention, saluting with his right hand. He's a little worse for wear. He's got a lot of cuts and bullet holes throughout his body, but even more in his clothes as the bullet wounds begin to heal. He lowers his hand and relaxes.]
OK, I guess now's a good time to take a breather after that unbelievable success.
[Success? What are you talking about? You just defected!]
[Well that's what he said to the Skrulls. Trust me, it's all part of the plan.]
[Right, and I guess getting schooled by a Super-Skrull was part of the plan too?]
Absolutely flawless.
[I scare me. And what makes you think the Skrulls will even let you defect? You just maimed some of their best soldiers and held a ranking officer at gunpoint!]
[It wasn't a REAL gun.]
[Even so, I have a bad feeling about this. Can we stay here for a while?]
[But last time you couldn't wait to leave.]
[If I knew our plan was to fight an entire platoon of Skrulls head on and then give up at the very end, I probably wouldn't have been so eager. I still don't like this place, it's just... mildly more tolerable than the alternative.]
Admit it... we like it here.
[Deadpool starts pacing and proceeds to pick out bullets to aid the healing factor while whistling "Put the Lime in the Coconut"]