[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"]
[raised eyebrow] Yes, well, some countries have socialised health care, and that's really not the point, seeing as how you're bleeding all over the Plane. [Martha is not so good at paying attention sometimes]
What, so you want to get a doctor to come clean it up? Seems kind of like a waste of their talent, don't you think?
[Suddenly grabs his neck as though there was a sharp pain. He then places both of his hands on his head and quickly CRACKS it to the left, shaking out a few bullets in the process.]
Man, if I was more kid-friendly, all my enemies would be using lasers. I like lasers. So much cleaner.
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[Suddenly grabs his neck as though there was a sharp pain. He then places both of his hands on his head and quickly CRACKS it to the left, shaking out a few bullets in the process.]