018 - Good Times Are Not the Ones You Want

[mercwamouth]

[It's a Deadpool! And he's in a good mood again? Why? Because he's in a small bed of wads of cash! Upon closer inspection, you might notice that all of the bills are $20's. There's a reason for that. Anyway, he's just layin', makin' money angels.]

[Where'd this come from? Check for that movie finally clear?]

Weren't you paying attention?

[I was on the can.]

On the can? You're my sub-conscious!

[Sub-sub-conscious.]

Whatever. Suffice it to say, I finally got paid.

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

Well, Sam told me to keep it quiet, anyways.

[mercwamouth]

Figures.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, if he lets me, I'll tell you! It's just kind of upsetting to Sam, I think, so he doesn't want anyone else that wasn't there to know about it.

[mercwamouth]

If you say so. Don't want you steppin' on anybodies toes.

[madamemoiselle]

I'll be just fine, then! Ne, but what about you? Does this mean you'll be coming home soon?

[mercwamouth]

Uhh... Not sure. I just robbed a powerful billionaire and he'll be pissed enough when he finds out I'm not dead.

[Lifts up the bottom of his mask to show a scar all around his neck, sewed up]

Things might get a little dicey.

[madamemoiselle]

...Oh. Goodness, that sounds really terrible, Wade!

[mercwamouth]

Eh. I stole a buncha money and got to meet a hot chick. I'd call it a good day.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, do you mean that Thunderbolts woman?

[mercwamouth]

Yup. Reckon she's the one who sewed my head back on.

Must be true love.

[madamemoiselle]

{That makes her giggle}

That's definitely true love, I'm sure.